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Darkness


Darkness

There sits a boy, in pitch black and dark

Colors swiveling inside but lost inside his heart

A secret so near, so dear, he fears

That speaking word would end in tears

So he writes in words and rhyme to peers

That he could just let the color appear

They read it down and read it twice

But it makes no sense and within he fights

He would raise his voice and shout “I’m gay!”

They simply shrug and laugh and say “ok”

That there’s nothing wrong, no need to fear

For we have a bond we’re always here

 

But still he stood and walked with fright

As he takes a breathe with all his might

Takes the phone, he starts to dial

“Hey Dad, it’s been a while”

I just don’t really know what you will say

But, daddy listen your son is gay

And shrugs and laughs and says “ok”

That nothing could ever intrude the way

For the love he has for his son will always stay

 

And he starts to relax with ease

Happy to see

That his beloved are accepting of he

His brothers get mad

Because he didn’t tell them first

At least it’s for the better

Now he doesn’t see the worst

The darkness turns to light

And the colors then release

Until the dreaded day that his mother heard the piece

She shook her head in anguish

So distracted and distraught

That her son is one of god and not this devil he hath brought

And the darkness swiftly comes

The colors burn to ashes

For his mother would not see

Her son a “victim” to the masses

 

A child bearing spirit, a lover of the womb

A man of Christian setting and of Christian thoughts and ways

Never could she fathom a child of her a “deviled” gay

But she fought with all her might, and she slowly leaked her love

That her son is still her son and she will not hate, rise above

She embraced her son real tight

After what seemed to be like years

That no matter what he chose

He will be accepted as he speaks and she would wipe his tears

The darkness fully faded, the colors shining bright

So speak up, live true, be happy

And never give up the fight!

 

 

 

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Jayfox7

I am a slam poet fanatic, and a lot of my work deals with things we appreciate in our youth, issues we deal with, and just to celebrate parts of life. All of my poems though end off with some kind of moral to come away with

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