Listen to me, world
Listen when I tell you that I will be who I am
That I will be who God made me
That one day I will rise up and be so strong....
And laugh at you
And beat my chest
And scream at you that I am gay
That I am me
That I am good
And strong
And have a right to be
That I have killed him once, for all
Have laid him in his tomb
He's gone
And I have triumphed
His eyes are gone....his awful eyes
My child has risen up and knocked him clear across the room
And put on all his clothes
And walked out of the room
And locked him up inside

But what to do with her
What
She waits.....downstairs
What to tell her
How to leave
Shall I kill her too
For I cannot leave her sitting there
Reading on her couch
With him upstairs
How do I keep her in my childhood
And yet get rid of him
For they are one
They are mine

And so I'll turn around
Go back upstairs
And let him do the things he does
I cannot leave her
Not yet
Not now
Not alone
I give myself to him
For her

Just in case someone might not understand, both of my parents are already dead. No need to worry about me doing anyone in. Bobby

Bobby,

Tell it, my friend, and we will listen.

Much love,
Larry

wow bobby the poem is great

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