“On tenterhooks”

This feeling this uneasiness unstableness

Fear, the unknown like the first time I learned sex made me inferior

Unaware of who I should portray, who the world would except

Unknown to the blind eye I was uneasy

I crept upon tenterhooks

Confused, reluctant and helpless

To the treatment of lost kinfolks I witnessed

Rough words, hate crimes

Cold sweats and goose bumps

The day I learned skin meant I was unequal

Unacquainted with a need to render recompense

Unknown to another race I was uneasy

I existed on tenterhooks

In a position that compromised morals

Willingly succumbed to temptation

The overcast looks down the moon bares witness to my sin

Shame only comes when knowledge of wrong is present

How else could I say that I succumbed to temptation?

If I was not knowledgeable on the subject?

Moment’s Minute’s hours pass as I await judgment

“On Tenterhooks”