Boy

The boy who everybody thought was gay
They called him names and had their bit of fun
And when he didn’t come to school one day
They couldn’t really fathom what they’d done
Destroyed he went to bed and wept his tears
A mother so distraught she kept him home
So young to have anxiety and fears
No longer did he feel his life his own
He journeyed very deeply in his mind
The transformation love pulled through the pain
An adult now the years have been more kind
Those demons laid to rest he laughs again
The man he has survived to tell the tale
But every year so many others fail

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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