Mumma grows 3 pretty flowers in the backyard. 2 rose and sunflower. She affirms the rose to be her and Dad, while the one across the barrier, the sunflower to be me. " Alone and strong, I see you as a woman growing despite all ", She says.
I am sunflower with prettiest of petals and honey gazing at the sun pretending to love the little parts of me that fall like autumn leaves on a Monday morning.
On sunday morning I lie nothing but garbage on the very own mud I bloomed. A tall looking Gardner with shivering cold hands picks parts of me and deposits me in my very own grave that I built in facets while he sings a melody his mother taught.
Cowardly yellow, I grow tall with withered petals and broken heart. While the sun rays fall I do nothing but shy. A little by little I discern to die. Pink, red and white I see the kids admire you by.
But on the days the sun doesn't rise I fail to feel your warmth, I need you more than you think I do. With wilted lips and parched throat hopelessly I sit inside my star-like floret I built within.
Where do you wish to walk in your dreams tonight? In the land of moon and stars Or ocean waves and sunset?
Where do you wish to empty your mess That resides tonight in your head? Shout it in the wind under the infinite skies Or bury it in the midst of silent lines?
Where do you wish to heave out the heavy sigh ? Someone who you want to ask you, "why"? Or someone who you want to ignore it Because you don't want to answer "why".
Where do you want to wake up the next dawn tomorrow? To a cheerful sunshine from the east Or a soothing rain from the clouds of west? . . .
Ps: the first and last paragraphs are about conflict between too good choices, the second and third paragraphs are about conflict between two alternate choices. ( Just mentioned because it kinda looked haphazard when read at one go )
You might be wondering why these other kids pick on you. You might be asking yourself why they don't play with you or laugh at you, why they treat you like you are a disgrace. But trust me, it is not you, it is not even them.. it is the society. It is the society that has set an imaginary epitome for manhood and disgraces everyone who doesn't want to tick.
I know it is hard for you when they mock you for the way you talk, or the way you walk. I know a part of you wants to weep when you sit alone in the lunch hours and look at the other kids laughing with their friends. But trust me, this forsakenness won't last. You will soon have friends who will stick to you for who you are and not for who they want you to be. You will soon have people around you who will laugh with you, not at you.. people who will rejoice the fact that you are different.
Till then, just be proud of who you are. You have every right to wear what you want to wear, you have the freedom to pierce your right ear or paint your nails or listen to any music that heals your heart. They will try wrapping you up with a stereotypic quilt, they'll preach you of the ways a man should act, don't listen. Yes, don't listen and don't ever let anyone impose you a sexuality based on your gender. You are to choose who you really want to be, you are to decide whom you want to love.
Our society is prejudiced and homophobic. You have to fight. Not just with the kids of your class or may be with your neighbours as you grow up, but you have to fight all your life, with people who will keep asking you to be a man. But remember, your sexuality never makes you any less of a man, nor does the society. The day you accept yourself for who you really are, you will become a better man than any of them.