This morn, awaken by my dove,
Her chante song filled with her true love.
Her musical notes -- gaily chimed,
I turn eighteen, start my life’s prime.
I’m too young for a déjà vu --
Have to drink life’s lee, see the view.
My narcissism is glorious--
My first girlfriend said I’m gorgeous.
Then the truth finally came out;
My sexuality -- my doubt!
An issue needed to be dealt--
So I could live within myself.
I had idle days shedding tears--
And G-d, he did answer my prayers.
Live with yourself is your power;
I didn’t make you a coward!
Stand up for yourself, give it fight--
Being a homo is your right.
Well most people think this is kewl;
Being a faggot isn’t cool.
I live each day with no escape--
Long ago days when I was raped.
An illness has become my mate,
My sexuality -- my fate?
I don’t think so, I did not hide --
Sexuality -- is my pride!
The dove I hear so very clear--
Is the truth in my heart I hear:
It weaves me power on to live--
Hugs and kisses is mine to give;
Today I sit -- no longer cry --
I accept my fate with a sigh.







hugs






Erika

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