the initial cringe did not surprise
elicited no response
comfort turning uncomfortable
stumbling tongue
everywhere hands convey distress
you cannot hold my eyes
I do not move
watch the miles race through you
all over the room
there in no air in your world
no fear of danger not looking for you
it does not exist
it never did
ignorance was your bliss
what you didn't know, you really did
the struggle drapes your frame
hand me down opinions
in all the wrong colors
I understand you are drowning
I am not your undertow
I did not throw your voice all over the room
spouting homophobic like a geyser of disgust
all stereotype and conjecture
I know first hand what you think of my kind
the empress is wearing no clothes
I see all of you
you showed me your skin
I showed you mine
there is a reason you didn't know
you equated lifestyle with intelligence
decided to delete what you knew to suit your needs
perhaps you imagined me closeted
as in hush
and shame
now the awkward has settled
you look at me like I want from you
I watch the the questions slot through
then something slides behind your eyes
you wonder if I find you attractive
it's my turn to cringe
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