I’m not the product of where I come from Then again I guess it would depend on what you mean, Cause I’m not a product of gang associations and trashing cops I’m a product of my parents’ genes I’m a dash of attitude, kind hearted Maybe a bit of a temper with a hint of determination, Pushing forward since I was 14 Since I was diagnosed as a cancer patient
For 12 years I asked myself what is love Then I sat down and asked myself what is trust, How can we put our all and heart into someone else When we can’t even define what is the commitment tied to the word “us”
I’m gay, yes I crave the love of another women The tender voice of someone of the same sex, People hate the way I dress or act or speak.. But what they don’t know is my life is so much more complex
How could you tell what a book is about? You haven’t taken the chance to look through the text, A marriage is a marriage no matter who is standing out Love isnt determined by the use of lubricant, actually that love is the fakest Love is seeing someone naked not naked in the literal sense, But emotionally naked, listening to them
Memorizing the pauses in their words and their every breath I’m hurt , those dull dragging eyes That half smile and silence whispers, As everyone stares and laughs Jokingly glaring at each other, “what’s wrong with her”
I’m a product of my own errors my own mistakes Maybe some of his too, those falls were steep, As I sat there listening to get another promise Diving off the edge having faith that this one he would keep
And that one, and the next.. I had hope for the hopeless, But I guess you’d have to fail me In order for you to even know this..
She’s dead, wake up he whispered me out of my deep sleep. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, And for once in my life I saw a man of no emotion Sit by me and rub my back as he heavily began to cry..
Life is life, no matter who you are No matter what you’ve seen or said you can’t taint it, There is no difference in your heart beat, your pulse We are all the same elements of a picture perfect portrait that god painted
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