Fortunate F****t

I guess I've been Lucky

when it comes to receiving blows,

hate mail or discrimination's dagger

by means of wispy words' thievery

 

 

I must be a fortunate f****t

inexperienced at first hand bashings

but have off-handedly listened or second-hand

read how a boy in fields of whey & wheat

 

became a barbed wired, bruised scarecrow

red, inartistic smile & blackened eyes

almost made clown-like but limp

of life, flounced about and broken bones

 

makes me gladd I'm a creature of the city's

teeth, chafed by fears and drive-bys

or gang initiate proving his brass

knuckles-hardened by locked closets

 

I guess I've been Lucky

without having received such scars

but those left by my pink brothers'

rainbow love--I can't seem to heal

 

another man's heart although functional

gaywardly bounces like a thief

without a limit to steal

here's hoping marriage spells relief.

 

(No on *8 if you please)

 

 

free to choose, for me You for you, no one business ... But still constitutionally free...

 

{*proposition #8, to negate the passing of a law that allows same-sex marriage, to say yes would mean that marriage would not be allowed to another human being that has love in his or her heart for his or her fellow man, lover, husband, wife... we stop ourselves from love?? why the hell for??}

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Scott H.]

This is superbly well-crafted. I like how who spell gladd

[Monday Parker]

Great write!!! With a real meaning....Good job!