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Exposure

The dream was always the same:
After holding it in so long,
denying the truth,
concealing my nature,
keeping my inner thoughts private...

(I am just like everyone else)

NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW, IT IS MY BUSINESS

an issue of privacy,
but I am caught off guard by those who have no compassion, no
sensitivity, no understanding of my truely gentle nature.
so I catch them staring, but they don't acknowledge me
who can love me if I am a pervert
but am I a pervert because I love in more ways than they do?
but I am still who I was when they thought they liked me,
(when they thought I was like them)
still unsure, vulnerable, alone,
I want to do good, that means telling the truth...
I want to do good, can I only find the strength?

But my stated intentions are not entertaining,
They don't know I still hurt inside.

THE CURTAIN GOES UP BEFORE I AM READY.

they take me,
MY PANTS ARE DOWN AND
every shell comes off...
I am naked
Now I am flayed
Now I am just bare bones and exposed heart
And at the deepest core inside, I am finally beautiful,
And I realize I have nothing to hide.

Jonathan Urbach (urbach@fas.harvard.edu)
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