This is the second poem I wrote after watching Tyler Perry’s “For Colored Girls.” My hand rushed against the paper to bring a message of internal surge. As I read it now I feel power, pain, courage, fear, and love. This poem is a mesh of all my experiences – triumphants and failures. I did not like the poem at first, but after watching my friend’s expression after she read it I became intrigued. Between you and I…I think the poem is so personal that I am afraid to share it.
~My Love is Too Wild to Be Caged~
My love is too wild to be caged
Too pure to be thrown in my face
My love is too raw to be cooked, boiled, and seasoned
My love is too Godly to be served, to be written, and spoken.
For a gay boy my love is just as real
I am unashamed of my body and its wants
For a gay boy my love is too real to be sexualized
For a gay boy my body is too manly to be demeaned
My heart is too red to be diluted, too fierce to be tamed.
As a man my heart is too real
As a man my heart is here, hard, and soft
Melting and stone. Hard. Soft. Crazy. Painful and full.
As a man my heart is me
As a gay boy my heart is me
As a child my heart is me
As me my heart is here.