as a child i worried about what toys id have as a 10-year old i knew was sex was, yet not with the boys at 11 i was showing signs of masculinity that i had not shown before at twelve i had low self-esteem at thirteen i weighed 265 by 14 i lost 20 pounds and still did not feel alive by 15 i had given up hope that a girl would ever love me curiously before i turned to my own side along came she enchanted by her aura for the first time in my life i came on and found it was my brother, not me, but that came later in a brand-new dawn when the split-up, which was inevitable, came i wandered away and mistakenly wandered into boystown one foggy day or should i say night? for a month it did not feel right then one day it clicked and it all became tight and it proceeded till i stood up and yelled this is my time! i will not be felled!! now i look askance. yes it is my time i have many many friends and lovers and we all are on a dime as a man i now worry about my life and what course it will take i shiver and then out of anger i shake and while ive graduated from low self-esteem to self-denial i refuse to deny that once i was but a child my father went to prison at 9, and Freud would have thought that that began the whole series of events that has been wrought my love is rejected, and while its nifty i have two wishes: to be rich and live past 50.Birth sign: Aries
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