HIDDEN PLACE

g-stay3I dropped the covers

On living the life I never existed in

Shut the doors and hid

It never crossed his mind

I lived in that cozy little inn

A place imaginary but real

Door creaked

Pulled fiercely

Frowns of laughter

Filled the town

Misery called his name

Stigma pushed him out

Anger and Strength walked in hand-in-hand

Fingers became brave

Courage now my feet

Door smashed and I walked through

I tore the covers

As I laughed

The world I knew was shocked to see

The rainbow I came to be

Written by Richard Moore

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  1. Gad
    June 14, 04:59 Reply

    Nice and positively optimistic

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    June 14, 06:50 Reply

    Short but apt.

    This is the dream of almost all gay men. To live a life devoid of inhibitions.

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    June 14, 10:24 Reply

    Short but apt.

    This is what most gays in Nigeria dream about. To live a life without inhibitions.

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    June 15, 15:51 Reply

    Yay!. Let’s all become rainbows.

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