I was sitting in my pyjamas staring at the wall behind the television, The cars were whooshing by on the boulevard, The dog was on the corner of the couch snoring like a sailor, A bird was singing, The sun came out, I thought to myself that I had to clean the house before the kids came over, That I should go upstairs, get washed and dressed, I thought of you then for the hundredth time this morning, Glanced over at the mail unopened on the counter, And as I leaned forward to stand I realized quite suddenly, With all my heart, I love you.
I am not the kind of boy who fits the mould of it's social stereotype: Does sport Perving on girls Has the tendency to treat girls like a piece of meat
No, that isn't me. I never liked sport. I was a boy who didn't like to watch or play with Action man or Power Rangers, Instead I was the kind of boy who would tell his friends that he was going to football club, When in fact I was going to dance club. At school I studied dance. "What lesson do you have next, Lew? " "History" Dance.
As the school year rolled on it was revealed, When I had to perform in front of the whole school, Nerves Butterflies Terror
After that I rolled with the punches: Gay Queer Faggot
It angered me that because I didn't stick with the 'traditional' ideology of a boy I was an outcast, Labelled with a stereotype that also didn't fit me.
I like Lady Gaga In fact, I adore her. Because I support the LGBT community I am misunderstood as a person.
To this day I struggle to overcome constant attack of prejudice and disrespect that people show me, I struggle to hold on to that last thread of self confidence. I don't dance any more. I am too scared to try it again I don't tell people that I listen to Gaga and Lana Del Rey. They'll laugh at me Whenever I say I like a girl people think it's a lie
**All of this because I am a different kind of boy.
Barefoot, Singing with the windows down, Hair getting whipped around by the breeze swirling around me, Engulfing me, Taking me in as its own.
The bright blue green water of the ocean, Crashing into white surf on the shoreline, Daring me to fall in time with the waves, To explore what lies beneath its glassy shell.
Bonfire at night, Just being with everyone around me, Sneaking off, Secret kisses, Hoping and praying that we'd always feel this way.
Summer changes people, Makes them better, Makes life better.
As my hair gets lighter, Skin gets darker, Days get longer, And life gets better...
With a baby giggle And a shaky dawdle The toddler advances As with a dry cackle And senile posture A senior citizen true Stretches an arm out To meet his soul mate The two are helpless Against technology
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Author: david mungoshi
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Date: 01/04/2020
№ 1203353
The kind heart that the world hates
I am the kind heart, The one who hurts if anyone else is in pain. The one who hardly gets anything in return, For the entirety of her heart and soul she gave.
The one who, people seem to pass over. Yet is always there for everyone else. The one who has chosen to just let it all go. Who lost her reason to fight.
Who lost her reason to live. Lost everything inside of her heart. \ And her mind goes to quickly that it stalls And the pain floods through her body. Its paralyzing and unforgiving.
Its too fuckin much to even begin to think about When you dont wanna go forward. When you want to close your eyes and never wake up again
When you're not you When your worst nightmares come true Then, even worse when the nightmares of your children are a reality When the only reason you ever kept going Is gone
What is there to live for What is there to believe in
