A Poem about Bisexuality

Bisexual, sinister and condemned 

I am the ambiguous reflection

Of an ancient shadow

Of a rejected love.

Condemned to ostracism.

Not being able to kiss hungry

From her lips to his,

Nor their bodies until

Savor their excitement.

For being prohibited.

Prohibited by me, by you,

For aesthetics

Which does not allow anything to be expressed freely.

Only allows for rabies.

To fire, to the sword, to the stake

To nail for your heart

Mutilated and expelled.

To keep walking heartless.

Only with the feet that run and run

To find no one.

No one can hear me.

And just wanting to scream I'm what I am

And be able to show affection or your most secret desires

That nobody cares but you have the right to express

With infinite love to be able to exist.

Breathe. And do not piss out your throat

Tears of hatred, blood and liquid sulfur.

While your burned and black body

It scares all souls.

That's what I feel.

A death in life.

A life in death.

And a fleeting hope.

Will we someday be ourselves?

Or will we have to wait

That our dead bodies speak Latin

The lucifer?