there's a time
in everyone's life when you
hide
things.
what you read, perhaps, or
write.
or look at,
you keep your private imagination
to yourself,
telling no one,
not your friends, your
wife
your children.
you keep everyone in the dark,
out of fear.
shame, maybe.
caught up in your catholic
upbringing of guilt
upon guilt upon guilt.
you hide even your art.
you mean no harm to anyone,
but you're ordered to not
utter a curse, don't think
those things,
avert your eyes,
stop being human, obey,
and be quiet. get along.
be normal, be kind, be
one of us,
walk the straight and narrow
line, we'll tell you when it's
okay to sing.
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