His Story through Pen and Paper
The curses ran down his face
He tried to run from himself
He ran and ran and got no where
He ran to escape the mist that clogged his mind
The abuse
Bruised him in and out in and out
Poisonous words transcended through his soul
His mannerism swayed like a ravaged river
Ears lay upon his face like an elephant
The innocence ripped from him
Through his brown eyes pain lived
His actions bleed insecurities
His full and pink lips was his strength
His protruding ears was a delight
His big hands to big for a young scrawny boy to know what to do with them
They swayed like one of the corner gossip girls
A boy without a father
Mannerism as soft as a falling leaf
His voice odd
Unique
Soft
The others did not understand
He was like no other
Not amongst the common
So they decided what he was
They had the audacity to look him straight in the eyes
He was gay
He was a faggot
He was ugly
He was everything not good enough
That was the beauty of him
Beauty in disguise
He was unchained to society norms
His soft voice had something to say
It was demanding
His big ears lifted to the sun
Lifted to God
Bigger and better to hear him with
The switch in his walk was of his own
He was not to mimic others sway
The beauty in disguise was turned into curses and demons
The beauty
The blessings God gave him others said was a curse
And he let them
That boy lost and confused
Abused and oppressed
Depressed and unimpressed
He scarred his face from inch to inch
And his mother laid beside him face as wet as the ocean
He could not come to tell her of his curses, his pain
The cry inside stayed inside
So one day he picked up a Pen and Paper
Wrote his stories
His sick thoughts
His cry out for help
He left his bruises and confusion all out on paper
He vented through Pen to Paper
He talked through Pen to Paper
Poetry helped to face the music
To cope with the unhappiness
And when his mother found some of his poems
She knew he was talking to her through Pen to Paper
He found that
You cannot run from yourself
Poetry was sacred
Pen to Paper
Pen to Paper is still where he lives