Sickly sweet
I am on repeat
A turning turnstile
Yet, do not label me
With your prejudice
I am not my skin
I am not your cookie
Nor am I achromatic
Even if I hold you
Not in contempt
I have a voice
I have a gift
For I am boundless
Washed out? Not my way
Vacuous I am not
For when you peel back the layers
When you seek to see me
Diving into my very depths
Ashen perhaps I once was
My colours shall disperse
And I shall dissipate
For in my once promiscuity
I still held my moral compass
I still understood your plight
Pride is not an anathema
It is colour which courses through
And flows into my very life
© Edward Daniel
About the Creator
Edward Daniel
A renaissance man; poet, author, vegan chef, TMT solicitor, teacher, public cooking demonstrator, and AR advocate.
Poetry and writing allows me to lean into a space of creativity, unapologetically.
I am gay too.
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