Marginalised Minorities

A poem about being gay.

My convoluted dreams entwine,
to the poignant point of abundance.
Demons scream malignant screams,
though they are nothing; stigmatic substance.

I oppress my fears and doubts,
and mingle in a social spectrum of lies.
Vicarious conservatism has possessed us all.
The precious weep, and the Holy cries.

Androgynous though you may find me,
an adversity, a reproductive stagnation,
I am not at all liable,
for contemporary impregnation.

My abstinence, my "abstained" celibacy,
restricts tomorrow's frivolities.
For with rationed reproduction,
reaps marginalised minorities.