My whole family thinks I'm gay.
I guess it's always been that way.
Maybe it's 'cause of the way that I walk,
it makes them think that I like... boys.
The goddamn question just won't go away,
and I get asked every single day.
But the way they ask it is no disguise,
like How was your day? Do you like to kiss guys?
This is the worst, baby, this was my fear
Now their opinions are crystal clear...
My whole family now is shocked.
I'm in the closet and the door is locked.
Now my glory days are gone,
I was John Elway, now I'm Elton John.
My whole family thinks I'm fab.
There's a guy's butt--- Hey, Bo, take a stab!
Why doesn't he get women? There's no other way!
(It's 'cause I'm lanky, not because I'm gay.)
I wrote this poem for you to keep
As you lie peacefully asleep
To share the stories you once told
Sat in your chair growing peacefully old
I will always remember those days
When I sat up to the table studying the maze
Of thousands of puzzle pieces in my gaze
However I was never fazed
Because you were always there to guide the way.
I will always remember your trips out and about
Although never adventurous I felt,
McDonald's and M&s; without doubt,
Were you favourite places to walkabout
I will always remember your creative flare,
Your knitting needles and you cross-stitch squares,
how you could sit and chat, yet knit with care
Always seemed so unfair
But most of all, I wrote this poem to say thankyou
Not just from me but from all the family too
For the wisdom and knowledge you once shared
For showing you loved us and that you cared
I wrote this poem to say goodbye
As you watch us from up high
I remember all the fun times we had
As my friend and as my Nan
And I miss you more than words can say
I hope we can meet again someday
One Family united as one
The Father, Mother Daughter and Son
In unity we can set things right
In the darkness be the guiding light
Keep your heart open
The Family be the truth to all lies spoken
We have the tools set it straight
I can't wait to see the date
We all can relate
Not to hate
A Families love
Black,White our blood is both red
ONE PEOPLE ONE WORLD we must move ahead
We can do it
Take a moment show someone you care
To get it together for..
ONE PEOPLE..ONE WORLD..ONE BIG FAMILY AFFAIR!
biologically yes you are..
physically, very clear
you are my brother according to science
but to me you're dead.
you treat me like shit.
to put it bluntly
emotionaly, you're not my brother,
you're a stranger living in my house.
i used to have a brother,
now he is nothing but a monster.
there was a slice of chocolate cake in the fridge
and my sister asked me if i wanted it.
i didn't respond, stared off into space
and continued to smoke my cigarette
in the kitchen because mom was
asleep already and it was 1 am
on a saturday in july
and it was hot and we were both braless and hoping
the single fan on the counter would circulate the air enough
to make us comfortable in the cottage that we called home
that didn't have air conditioning in the middle of the woods.
the three of us hadn't moved for three more hours,
instead spent all of that time talking about nothing
and everything the way sisters do
because sisters eventually end up saying all the words that have
to be said
but each time it sounds new even though it never is.
we're all different but the thing about sisters is
that other people always see you as the same.
we all eventually grew into having brown hair
even though i had been born a redhead
and she had been born blond
and she had been born the same shade of brunette
that still graced her scalp but was thinner than the rest of ours
and fit in an elastic pony tail comfortably
unlike mine, which broke those things immediately
and she, who cut hers all off in hopes
to cleanse herself and
keep herself from being weighed down.
The greatest breakthrough you can experience
Being a kid with divorced parents,
Is the time when you're finally able
To look at other families
Who are beyond blessed,
And feel happiness inside
Instead of jealousy.
He stands beside me,
In awe of the sight before thee.
His hand has mine.
We both look at each other.
Nothing can be told from his eyes.
The eyes of Ashure haze.
"Do not be afraid..
We are home."
The sound of rushing water,
Crashing into its ever blue.
The beauty of the growth around it.
I call it home.
This was the place,
Where the wolves shall be born.
Creation of a pack.
Has just begun.
Waterfalls of Beauty.