The Man

Just sixteen when he hit me in the face
A child and still at school he didn’t care
Decided he should put me in my place
For being gay though I was unaware
At sixteen hadn’t thought about that yet
Examinations loomed ahead of me
My thought was of the grades that I might get
An education sets a person free
At twenty one I saw him in the park
Forbidden fruit he likes to suck it dry
Ashamed of love he hides it in the dark
He’s in a cage but I have learnt to fly
A coward he is not as strong as me
For I’m the man that he’s afraid to be

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Author: thepoetautist

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

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