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by Staff Writer Queer Boi and his HIStory with Biological Males By Queer Boi (WSR) The first one Bought me Suszy QÕs, cherry cokes, and let me pick the Fantasy Five on Fridays. He would wake up at 4AM five days a week to go shine-up new cars so I wouldnÕt have too He carried me asleep in his arms, up the stairs to our two-bedroom apartment His actions spoke his affection Especially on nights when he would blast Vicente Fernandez while drinking his Budweiser Doors slamming, Vases flying, his screaming, my mothers crying ÒIÕm not enough,Ó was the feeling my seven year-old lips sobbed onto my pillow The second one Made me lunches and fruit punch Kool-Aid during our summers at home alone Beat the S-H-I-T out of any boys who made fun of me And let me be Laserbeak to his Soundwave on our Cybertron Unlike the one before him, whom we both called father, he let his words speak to his affections ÒI would rather you be a criminal than turn out to be gayÓ ÒIÕm not enoughÓ was the thought that crept into my head as I fled home The third one Made me feel like I belonged Raza, Gay, English major who spoke Spanish w/ a gringo accent, and was estranged from family One night, he rode in on white clouds that I inhaled when we kissed and enraptured my mind with the false strength and security I always wanted. His actions spoke of his intentions In the morning, he took my social, credit card, and the man I though I was He stole my security and left in its place an empty stained pipe ÒIÕm not enoughÓ The current one Caused the scar on my legs and arms and the loss of this front tooth Looks to drown out insecurity and loneliness with Bacardi, fast men, and pretty shoes My actions speak my affections Now it is my father and brother who cry when I drink Now they tell me I am enough |
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2009-06-30 11:00 PM
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