A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
AshesLost Your name.The fireextinguished.
Oblivion.Your fleshbelongsto something bigger.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
If you're going to be sanctimoniousAwkward bodies are for growingteenagers, not twenty-fouryear old college graduates.My hips were made to procreate;my shoulders to carry the weightof your stares. I’m perfectly fine;your perception is what’s messed up.I shave for my own comfort,not yours. My nails are shortand chewed upon. I don’teven own a pair of heels;shackles would be more comfortable.My hands are scratchedby all the cats I’ve cared for.I look best in business casual;slacks, tank, shell. I never remembermy bust size. I own more booksthan clothes. My eyes are goldin the late afternoon sunshine.I can afford a bland oatdiet and gym membership,or a new wardrobe.Or, I can be happy with what I’ve got.
I'm Smart, I SwearI swear, sometimes I think I would be better off dead.I'm the kind that would think better with a hole in my head.I'm not saying that I'm stupid; I just lack common sense.It's not farfetched to say that I'm a little bit dense.Some people like to think that ignorance is bliss,But honestly, who really wants to live life like this?I'm trying and I'm fighting not to be thought insaneBut it seems that everything I do makes me expressly inane.I know I may not seem it but I swear that I'm smart.I beg you, have a heart and please don't tear me apart.Give me just one chance to prove that I can be bright.Look in my mind and you will see that there's actually some light.We all have days that make us seem like we are ignorantBut don't assume from one mistake that I am broken and bent.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.