Offended of sorts.

This rapist and that molester

This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.

Them, these men and women of the unethical-

They are after me.

A fragile flower admirer.

A jovial children lover

A worshipper of women

A helping hand for the incapable

A helper of sorts

I, a gay man,

A confused man.

A half man, a “more than a man”- man.

I a criminal?

I a sinner?

What I see today is a beautiful reflection.

A beautiful creation, in its flaws.

Not sexual but physical.

It’s me, now a criminal.

In a lands of hypocrisy and the unaware

In a land torn between irony and injustice.

In a land that is now ceasing to be.

In a land that seems no longer my own.