It's a comfort in a conservative world
to have a court jester singing songs,
living fat, telling lies for entertainment,
because the truth can be a sting, stabbing
of the heart.
There came a time not so long ago, when the
fool ran away, shedding the past, leaving behind
one hundred pounds of dishonesty and never
looking back.
As a writer, I reflect on the days of ugly,
saddened by the events that took place,
choking upon sacrifices made, but peaceful
in living a life to be me, free-
There is a price to pay being liberated,
a very heavy price-
but I've shed the grief and comfortable
dancing in my own, colorful skin.
