Real Talk

I used to feel guilty

for my sexuality,

for displaying my confidence

instead of prudence.

I used to be afraid

of going unrestrained,

until I found the misfits,

the sexual delinquents,

who taught me

to embrace my sensuality,

that modesty is an illusion,

a manipulative persuasion

to smother physical elation

through sexual repression.

I no longer feel shame,

now I feel pity

for the vanilla and tame

who are devoted to austerity.

They think it doesn’t connect

to intellect,

but those who neglect

to luxuriate both mind and body,

hinder their senses

at the expense of

genuine artistry.

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