Accepting what I cannot

Old friends

Graffitied walls for the sake of devilment gave of us lectures about our wasted talents

Good kids for now but we will all surely develop our parent's habits

I preferred girls over body spray

Best friends that would delineate me gay

Clueless kids arguing with adults about the logistics of the world

Rebellious from our parents' misuse but we revolt because we're "bored"

We have long strayed from the bodies in which we were born

But tend to reminisce on our childhood's way before...

Before our classmate's little sister died

Before having to grasp the concept of death via an old playmates suicide

We learn these lessons in the harshest of ways

I saw her breathing before the end of seventh grade

Shot the messenger for portraying the news

That I lived 13 full years being abused