Aware.

Sexuality is nothing?
But I've never been straight.
Not complaining 'bout my color,
Neither did it 'bout my weight.

Slim and beautiful,
Besides - having love affairs?
And sighs. All around me,
Climbing itchy sadness stairs.

Could I raise my mind
To something,
Making me to prove my choice?
Or I could just stay, keep quiet.
Shut this neverending voice.

Breaking sides or crushing ice,
I don't care enough for spice?
I would say that I don't care.
I would do it. But I'm aware.