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Never Weak


He was born with these genes That got him wearing tight jeans And he didn’t have a choice by all means Living differently with sexuality that leans Towards another direction that caused scenes Of him getting bullied on the daily which he didn’t get quite fully Let’s flash back to the past His life was on the line Daddy left and Mom didn’t know if things will be fine Born three months early Life for him wasn’t guaranteed What was the chance of his mortality? Rushed to the hospital consistently She had fears of his death constantly Life for him wasn’t shown clearly This was a routine throughout infancy Not knowing if he’ll see the world’s beauty A miracle happened to this spiritual individual Who’s subliminally incredible Surviving psoriasis at the age of four Dealing with loneliness till the age of six When the heavy dosage got him fixed But that wasn’t the worse of his problems “Faggot” was a name that they would call him He’s different and he admits it Pushed around but he tried to resist it Living this life was his job but he was on the verge to just quit it Dark thoughts of suicidal thoughts Crying till his eyes suffered a drought Dealing with judgments from people around him Then demons began to surround him It’s absurd but he didn’t go berserk But it hurts to deal with death that was a first A friend that left his life Coping till the pain is gone Hoping he’ll eventually be strong Just though his book was about to end He saw a light from a special friend She was his savoir indeed Now his chance of living was guaranteed Met the love of his life in L.A. Happy to find another who’s actually gay Those times were his pinnacle of his story Now he raises the bar for his fame and glory He’s being accepted by friends Eventually we became his family He’s loving life as we speak You better think thrice before you think that he’s weak. [Equality is a word that’s only spoken about. But it’s rarely ever shown how. We’re all different in infinite ways. What good does it do when you put fear in people’s lives. Never judge a person for their race or sexuality. Walk in their shoes and maybe you can truly see reality. Ignorance is blasphemy. Think before you say, know before you judge. What you see is different from what you look at. Know this, we’re all born with gifts but it’s our choice if we want to open it.]
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