Whipped beyond recognition,
Skin ripped from the bone,
Lash marks never totally heal,
And just for copping a feel…
Daddy caught me,
He screamed & shouted,
He sometimes used a 2X4,
I wish I had just gone to the store…
I was just curious,
I didn’t realize it would make him furious,
So what if it was another boy,
I don’t like girls all that much,
Nothing on them for me to clutch…
He called me a faggot,
He wouldn’t have a homo in his home,
He threw me out into the street,
But not before senseless he did of me beat,
And mommy just “egged” him on,
She said, you’re not my son,
You’ve always been so petite…
(to be continued…)
duke
Beautiful Ed, isn't it say because we know this happens.
Love and Light
Lily
Very good to make us aware of this sad situation, awareness is the base for acceptance and tolerance.
Thanks Ed, keep using your freedom of speech to draw the attention to poignant sorrow.
budd
Love ya!
Jane