Tuesday, March 6, 2012

What is there to Fix? by: Z

Dear World,
Why is it so wrong to love      
Why can't I look at him without getting a shove
Or get pushed, Smooshed, roughed, toughed 
Forced to G R O W up when no one else has to, 
Is it wrong to love to L O V E someone, or is it just 
ME? 
Am I the problem?
Is it wrong to love Boys? 
YES B O Y S why? 
DO I need to be fixed because I love a Boy?
Am I B r 0 k E n?  Girls like B O Y S, so why not ME?
M E, sitting here in a dusty old desk, dead eyes staring at this page 
I ponder and wander into my thoughts YES like a splatter of paint across my chest 
I WILL not use all of these TOOLS and TOYS trying to fix me when there is
NOTHING 
to fix,
I am M E and I am BRAKING free of all Chains put on my Heart
The Restrictions, Rules, Regulations I DON'T Need 
because there is nothing wrong with a 
BOY
like me. 
          

        

1 comment:

  1. I really like the words you have chosen for this poem. I also like the way you have arranged them. For example - using spaces in between, and upper case letters. I also like your use of "pushed, smooshed, roughed, toughed. Great work.

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