New Wardrobe
The doors closed and hidden
Seeing only through the slats
Peering through the discrimination
The doors closed and hidden
Yearning to fling open
Fearing opinions, judgement
The doors closed and hidden
Laughing at the jokes
Pretending to be not
L e a p i n g across the abyss — into the arms of acceptance
Open and visible
Seeing the possibilities
Glowing and beaming with pride.
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