A few months before his dream 20-year -old Christian, who had become a bodybuilder, was chatting with his friend.
Hamed:
Like mankind has increased its power
'til self-destruction, blind and sour,
you overtrain to be the best
yet yours is not a greek god's chest.
Honestly it looks like women's jugs.
My friend you should stop the drugs.
Christian:
A syringe phobia is why
I don't take steroids moreover l
had the breasts before
I started training, not anymore
do I hide them for recently
I met a student of psychology.
My teenage romance is now obese
as her body is burdened with a disease.
So she teaches me about the inside
like what my father left after he died.
I haven't told it anyone.
Her mother threatened me once with a gun,
injected me a dose of estrogen
and if I'd touch Victoria again
she'd use the weapon right away.
I have breasts and phobia since that day.
Hamed:
That's a feminized, western world.
So did you again touch that girl?
YOU ARE READING
Illuminated
PoetryA young Christian experiences a personal renaissance. It's not science but philosophy that takes him to a new dimension in this lyrical, English version of my other book called "Apotheose".
