There was this little boy, see
Cute
Black hair
Black eyes
Sweet
Happy
Full of laughter
I hear him laugh sometimes
I see him laughing

And this man, see
This handsome man
This athlete
Strong
Virile

And he hated his son, see
This laughing boy
Hated him
Because he wasn't
Wasn't
Well, he didn't know exactly
But he could feel it
He couldn't name it
But he could feel it
The boy was soft some way
Not a real boy
Not tough
Not strong

And so he couldn't love him
Not really
Not the way he wanted
Not the way he needed to

He was dying
Soon
And had a son
A little boy
He'd always wanted

A little boy

And God gave him this
Little boy
Sweet
Kind

Queer

Yeah, that's what it was
The kid was queer
The kid was a little faggot

And so, he couldn't love him
Ever
No matter what

And the little boy knew
Not why
But knew
Some way
That he wasn't loved
Wasn't good

Didn't question
Little kids don't wonder why
There is no why
He just knew
And accepted
That he was not good
Not acceptable some way

And he went on living
And laughing
And he was sweet
And kind
And loving

And queer

But did not know

If someone had told him

They knew
They had to know
What he was
How he was
What his life would be

Had to

Know

They could see

And so he lived his life in quiet agony
Wondering
Why he was
Who he was
What he was

Until it was too late to be
At all

He wasn't bad
Just a little queer boy
Who didn't know
Who needed love

And a little help

In understanding who he was

( ( ( ( ( (((((Bobby))))) ) ) ) ) )

Bobby,

This one is too close to my emotions for me and my situation to respond about how it affects me, so I'll just give you a hug if that's o.k. {{{Bobby}}}