Oscar Wilde

As much as I sympathize with him.
As much as I am him.
My sin was unacceptable.
I deserved my two year sentence.
And I bore it with patience.
I deserved my ten year sentenced
And still bear it with patience.
Without justice, men are in danger everywhere.
I would be horrified, if in an effort to exonerate me
Men made my specific sin acceptable.
I would rather bear it patiently,
As a cross. I may be made fun of
I may be made a laughingstock---
To wit, I already am.
I see the furrowed mien on the neighbor's faces.
I see their disapproval of me.
But, I am not so flagrant that I would
Strut around with my sin,
Telling all that they must accept me.
What I did was wrong.
And what he did was wrong.
It was the habitual unrepentance of it;
That is what caused the great distress.
I do not want a world where what he nor I did
Is made into a normal thing.
I bear my shame with humility---
I understand it.
I would have no other way of men
For what I did was wrong
And inexcusable.
That is why I confessed it in the first place.
Because it was wrong and inexcusable.