A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Like those little yellow labels hungry with a thin sap each of you pasted to a little man who did not have a clue, cruel. You were warm with sweat when I was cold and afraid, because I roamed without her love in your sand lot domains. You stickered me with your notes because you could not conceive of someone with so much love, sunlight you could not contain. Thus, rejected a greasy blond boy with runny nose in mismatched clothes, tear-streaked cheeks pleased your declarations of what I was not. But, separated from her apron, who was I to cling to and trust before I learned on my lonely own you are the fictitious one, and peeled the pale skin, scrubbed it clean to reveal a glow you could never stain or blemish with paper and glue, or the uneducated part of you that used labels like division in your mind, because a little boy could kiss you out of love. 2.14.22 They labeled me gay because I loved. I became afraid of myself before I knew what I truly felt, pity for their ignorance. Hey, I was as much a fool, just not as desperately mean to hurt others to protect myself. |