My Country Hates Me

I call myself JAYDAR
Coined out from the word GAYDAR
I am rainbow
But my country wants it green and white
I am coloured but my colours are not accepted
I was born with no shape and no lines
But my country wants me to be straight
They call it norms
They call it constitution
They call it rules and by-law
They call it customs and traditions
But I hate these rules
Rules that try to define who I am
Who my country expects me to be
Oh my beloveth country
My beloveth motherland hates me
I feel like a bird
A bird deprived of showing off it’s beautiful colours
A colourful bird
Caged and subjected to a life of chains and cords
A life of secrecy
A life of shame
Scared at what my country will do
Can I ever show the beautiful colours in my blood?
Can I ever share the passion burning in my heart for the woman I love?
I want to be like an oyster
A creature that changes it’s gender without fear
Floating on a ship of choices
Not being defined or planned out
My country hates the colours in my vein
My country hates the fire in my eyes
My country hates the love in my heart
I didn’t choose to be rainbow
Rainbow choose me
They call my sexual orientation evil and nonsense
But I know
One day this nonsense will make sense here in my country NIGERIA.

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