Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Paper And Glue #rejection #love #youth

Like those little yellow labels
hungry with a thin sap
each of you pasted to a little man
who did not have a clue, cruel.

You were warm with sweat
when I was cold and afraid,
because I roamed without her love
in your sand lot domains.

You stickered me with your notes
because you could not conceive
of someone with so much love,
sunlight you could not contain.

Thus, rejected a greasy blond boy
with runny nose in mismatched clothes,
tear-streaked cheeks pleased
your declarations of what I was not.

But, separated from her apron,
who was I to cling to and trust
before I learned on my lonely own
you are the fictitious one, and

peeled the pale skin,
scrubbed it clean to reveal a glow
you could never stain or blemish
with paper and glue, or

the uneducated part of you
that used labels like division
in your mind, because a little boy
could kiss you out of love.

2.14.22

They labeled me gay because I loved. I became afraid of myself before I knew what I truly felt, pity for their ignorance.
Hey, I was as much a fool, just not as desperately mean to hurt others to protect myself.