The Painted Line…#Poetry #LGBT


95 bags of mulch…

The hot Southern sun.

Pink gloves and manicured hands,

Fumbling through the dirt.

All day to contemplate,

My juxtaposition.

Tinted Hair and Painted Eyes,

Strong back and durable hands.

I am not either or…

I am not neither nor…

I am both me and myself,

I cannot walk a painted line.