A twelve year old boy
In the body of a twelve year old girl
Always smiled with his mouth shut
She was five years old when she wanted to prove that he was brave.
When his face hit the concrete she tasted blood and her teeth chipped like cracked coffee mugs
And his parents didn't have the insurance to fix them.
He hated her smile
Because it was a reminder of a time
When he fought off the lady like
And he tore the flowers off of her Easter dress
And threw away all of his pink clothes.
They called her a dyke
And a faggot
Called him confused
And worthless
She was never ladylike
He stayed hidden in her chest
Sometimes guiding her very heart
That some claimed to love and
Other's tried to break.
Unfortunately, he couldn't love with her heart shut
Because the cabinet of coffee cups is almost empty
And everyone he meets throws all of them on the tiles
So she kept his heart open
But this time,
He has her own insurance.
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Wishes May Come True...
PoetryA sequel to "Wishful Thinking", this will include my poetry from age 16-18. I'm still a mess, but I'm learning how to get better.
