A nuptial union vastly grand,
Tagged with a sense of class and elite brands,
A state of bliss in matrimony,
Blessings of elders towards harmony.
My gut churned in queer anticipation,
For I reserved my participation,
I detested the touch of fellow human,
Be it any form, man or woman.
Will civilisation accept me?
Can this society ever set me free?
Do I have to plead guilty for sins unknown?
That I’m asexual for this world to be known…
I rise up with my head held high,
Towards the dais under the starry sky,
I gather my thoughts and build my strengths,
And address the assemblage at length,
I’m queer, an epicene and asexual,
Set me free to explore and be unsexual.
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