pride

'do u know where the gays are'
i hear from behind
as i exit the chevron
tonight on my way home

i look back to see 2 kids
i say kids, because they were
barely 16 if that
i think, saying nothing

'santa monica boulevard?'
the other says, pitch raised
i ponder a moment
and point
south

this weekend i tried pride
2nd and 3rd attempts
a last for me
for a while

i'm proud as fuck
of who i am becoming
don't need a crowd
to validate that

saturday night
random inbreads
everywhere

was with a group
wanted to go home
little hope 4 me
i knew, so...
i just got wasted

sunday i woke up
tried again
the parade
first one
besides tranny pride
with glass

again i felt out of sorts
out of place, not my scene
this time i went home
much to the shagrin
of my gaggle of gays

we are all different but
being gay is like high school
this time around different
i proudly bow out
with a smile of satisfaction

the times they are a changing...