I wish I could claim this as my own, as I think it clever. But a friend of mine sent me this, after working on writing it for some time. I asked him if I could post it here, and he said it would be all right, as several people here know him.

Leosha


One man, two men, three men, four?
As I try to lock my door.
I do not like this in my room,
I would not like it on the moon.
I do not like it, what I am
I do not like it, Sam I am.

I do not like it, dark and cold
I look at him, he is so old.
I do not like him hitting me,
Wishing he would set me free.
I do not like what else he does
I try to scream to those above.

I do not want to give a damn,
Well then, don't listen, Sam I am.

I do not like them, one and two,
Then they give me to the other who
Scares me mostly, causing pain
Until I just don't feel again.
I do not like when he strips me bare
I do not like if even he stare.

I do not want to give a damn,
Well then, don't listen, Sam I am.

I do not like the years go by
I can not feel, I can not cry
I do not like to know such fear
To not even want my family near.
I do not like to feel insane
While they still play the evil game.

I do not want to give a damn,
Well then, don't listen, Sam I am.

I do not like it still with me
Across the oceans and the seas
I do not like to go to bed
The thoughts of them still in my head
Not like to be called 'beautiful boy'
When what it means is 'dirty toy'.
I do not like to see him now
I would avoid it, but don't know how
I do not like my current life
And wonder if I'll ever have a wife
I do not like the games they play
And hate them more than I can say
I pray to God, and try to forgive
But wonder how even I can live.
I do not like what they take from me
I do not know I'll ever be free.

It sounds as I must give a damn,
Please, just hear me, Sam I am.

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Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.

"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963