Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
Why are those people cheering,
The burning of those doors?
Is this a ritual of some kind?
Has there been something introduced,
To have changed and left their minds?
'Those doors are from closets,
They hide behind.
And now they don't have to do that,
So much is being accepted,
In these fast paced days and times.
But why just their closet doors?
Some with one lock.
And others with a few more.
That a rushing to get from behind them...
Left too many confused and abused,
By their choices to make...
When deciding which wardrobe to wear,
And to use...
When explaining the reality of their preferences.'
I don't get it.
What affect will that leave,
On the people living inside their homes?
With their personal decisions exposed like that?
Wont more arguments be started,
Over who does to do what?
What about making impressions,
To be socially made?
'Hopefully there will be a decrease,
In domestic violence.
Between those playing roles,
To have that come to an end.'
What has that got to do with it?
What has that got to do,
With a public display of burning closet doors?
'Only time will tell,
Who has kept their deceptions secret.
To realize keeping them are no longer needed.'