Law Of Land – Day 235, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A “normie,”
A clown,
And,
A gay girl walk into a bar.
The clown,
Along the gay girl sat away from the normie who would rather sit alone while writing a bar.
Both were examining his posture,
His choice of apparel,
And,
Were appalled.
How he didn’t look like they did without being close-minded to what differed from the law,
Of a land he never thought he wasn’t apart of…

“I don’t know what I am!”
Said a drag queen.
“Neither do I!”
I responded as both of our smiles gleamed,
At each other.
Happy He was,
While I reciprocated love,
Without the intention to harm one another…

“Normie!”
The gay girl yelled on my way out of a bar while I mumbled,
“Um…
Whatever?”
A couple of blocks ahead my feet shuffled as I wondered,
“Wait…
Am I a normie because of my sweater?”
Her comment festered,
In my head while I tried thinking of reasons why,
I was insulted while minding my business trying to tether,
More lines together…

I was born a man,
And,
A man I saw when I looked in the mirror.
No matter what I explored in my mind,
I never allowed it to hinder,
My desire for a woman.
All things considered,
As a man labeled a clown,
God’s eyes were my only option to look in.
What I saw were His reasons to love regardless of difference,
So,
Confusion’s what I took in,
When hearing an insult dragging my peace,
But,
Retaliate?
I wouldn’t…

After all,
I’m a “normie,”
And,
I find it quite normal to shrug off,
Any hate I come across as,
The clown I already am,
In the eyes of many…