Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

The kid (part five)

Poetry By: Goodkidd
Gay and lesbian



inside of a teenage boy head.


Submitted:Jan 22, 2013    Reads: 54    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
What could he say about boys?
He love black guys,
Asian guys,
Indian guys,
Straight guys,
Strong guys,
Punk guys,
The thrill of staring at them.
And if they stare back.
Its was dangerous, and a thrill for him.
I mean for girls staring at guys.
Its okay.
Guys welcome girls
But for a queer bag for him to be staring
He could get beat up, hit, kick, punch.
For getting caught.
Its scary. But also its like a game.
He wonder what the guys thought when he stare at them
"what the fuck is this guy trying to pick a fight?"
"is there something on my shirt"
"maybe this guy is just some queer bag"
But truth be told, they hadn't said anything.
They don't hit him or tell him to stop looking.
Some even stare back a lot, its cute in way.
Its fun in a way. it's a whole dangerous game, of fun.
Sick puppy.
that what he was.
staring but never touching,
never kissing,
feeling body aginst body.
it was stll all a staring game for the kid.
and
in some ways he is glad that he still has innocent. or something like it.




0

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.