Inside Out
by
Naea

Black thoughts in darkness
of joining the blind angels
who all pursue the "American Dream"
And I am 14 years old again....
laying in a pool of blood....
My insides torn out by an angry dick...
and a heartless soul...
No longer able to look myself in the eye
"Your gay because of that day...."
Look at you...
Trying to walk a mile in my shoes
with no shoelaces to tie....
Because...
You candidly disregard
my 12 year old body writhing in delight...
as she and I played naked in the cool desert breeze
You see....
Even joy is lived in the dark corners.....
of youthful glances
teen advances
and sexual trances...
Even love...
Even love is found in the sound of Billy's voice singing "Loverman"
while you dream that reality will disappear...
and me...
I slowly sing with Billie replacing man with woman.....
Bearing my soul
and turning my darkness
Inside out.

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