From childhood I’ve had too less

Of everything I’ve ever wanted too much

Of love, friends, acceptance and a home

Everything that could make a boy breathe

 

I’ve told a lot of lies inside silences to myself

Decorate my truth with colors of possibilities

Build freedom out of my poems and sketches

They have parented and saved me many times

 

And someday the sun might shine on my skin

Unafraid, living happy with myself unhidden

In a home that celebrates my two-sidedness

But I am home a stranger to each eye