Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| No faggots Children laugh and poke fun at me, do they think that I am deaf? No faggots are allowed, they say, we beat them till they're dead. And my cheeks are burning, blushing as I hide. I'm not welcome in this town. Am I welcome in this life? I can be whatever I want as long as they agree, long as I'm not too this or that they'll smile and nod at me. As long as I'm not a faggot, long as they can't see. But my cheeks are burning, blushing as I hide. I'm not welcome in this town. Am I welcome in your life? And I want to be your friend. Am I welcome in this life? © Kåre Enga [182.45] (30.april.2025) 20 lines Based on No Gringo. |