A silent cry, deafening hiccups and
A teardrop on my pillow,
How long am I going to live like this?
Scared to walk out of the closet because of
The judgemental laws placed by our brothers
On the streets.
Last week I saw them marching down
Orlando Street holding leaflets proudly
They hold meetings in the darkest corners,
Planning to kill us.
Living in the closet as a homosexual girl,
Whose sexual orientation is a threat to men,
She holds a flag of pride in the dark closet,
Behind closed doors she confides.