Golden Shame

From rags to bars so poorly dressed

I clothe myself in golden shame

Of what may come to haunt my name

And put it to the test

The life that beats you; takes your toys

Divides you into girls and boys

And tells you, always, what to do

And who to be, in pink or blue

Exactly what the teacher taught,

And laws enforced

Your parents blamed

A life astray between these tides

With none to lead the way

I try to be what I don‘t have

A picture that I can not paint

Nor sing it in a photograph

In idle graves, I sit and wait