Until I lost my expensive shame, I dwelt in starvation of fameThe more I lost, the higher I stepped, and on the stairs my shame weptThose who had used me as a toy of fantasy, now sit on the chairs of the classyI appear on the silver cloth to throb a market of money, And through their hunger filled eyes, they taste me.
Under my wig, lies the truth of my gender, you may spot a man as you remove my bronzerThe winged eyeliner never took a flight, those men never noticed the dreams I sightOn the bed of naked, I fearlessly lie back waiting to be preyedThey were elites, the tasteful entities, with a bizarre taste to ruin my twenties.
It pained and I reigned the stage of seduction, never couraged to ask the need of such attentionI fell in the well of universe’s deepest desire, where dreams die on sexual pyre.
Now in the emptiness of a draining youth and ever flourishing age, I am all alone and lonely in my separate cage.They have aged to be whites and grays, But their tongues get wet only for young preys.
This poem is among the 13 shortlisted poems under the Rhyme and Reason contest by Rainbow Literature Festival and Gaylaxy,and supported by The Qknit,that was held in May.