hey! yeah you listen up step away from the keyboard and watch as my fingers fly nimbly over the keys never mind if it sounds like i am smashing them into submission chances are i am
but please try not to cry or cringe at what you see it is one word three letters and i even went to the trouble of putting spaces in between B O Y
do you see that that word that wonderful magical true and encompassing word
it is you and you are it one and the same B O Y
and even on the days when you do not see it there is someone out there who will **** hickeys into your chest that spell out the word and you will see that word when you shower or change it will be there like a bruise blooming like a flower against pale skin B O Y
for this is what you are through the good and the bad whether you realized it at three or forty that is still valid you are valid and you always will be
you are a boy ****** you are male and ***** be ****** because your ***** are still bigger they just hang from a different spot but i understand the need and the want to cut them off and that does not make you a bad person it makes you a survivor
you are doing the best you can in concerns to your body and the world around you i know this i do
because i hear your voice whenever i see a picture of you and you are telling me that you love me and i know that you are scared but you are still here and that makes you a hero in my eyes
you are a boy you are a boy you are a boy you are
Wrote this poem for a good friend of mine yesterday, and ended up reading it in my group therapy as well. It was met with total acceptance and kindness. I was told that my poem "resonated," "gave me goosebumps," and that they could still hear it echoing around the room once I had finished reading it.