Here I am, in a dark alley,
Hiding from the blind and keeping my lips,
Sealed so the deaf won’t listen,
Listen to who I am, or see who I am.
Yet here I am,
In this dark alley renting religion,
From a priest in secrecy.
In secrecy so my lips won’t burn,
From the scriptures I so wish to speak in foreign ears.
In secrecy so my body will not be torn,
And fed to the lechers who once spoke,
What I chose to speak.
Yet here I am letting my tongue dance,
Dance to the belief we all worship the same god.

by GuyAdler Dorelien

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