I know you cried
yourself to sleep last night, again,
curled up in your bed, in a child's pose,
cursing the new day.
You might not have the perfect nose,
nor the body that boys want to have a go,
your tits may be small, and
you don't like sucking cock,
in back alleys,
nor at strangers' parties,
your father may be absent, or not,
and your mother may be a drunken whore
and i know you get teased a lot,
for god's sake these are all good reasons to cry sometimes,
but only sometimes.
My advice:
Read a lot, until your eye lids drop,
read Shakespeare, read Tolstoy, and read Poe
listen to music, every day,
listen to all the genres, from all the ages,
from Beethoven to Iggy Pop.
Indulge your self in the arts
and understand different cultures,
and travel,
travel all around this magnificent little blue orb,
and learn to speak different tongues.
Fall in love everyday, and make love many times,
and devour every new day.
and as the years go by, you'll eagerly open your eyes.
-kypros koutsokoumnis