I observed him 
And only knew him as the simple name 
Which was not his real name 
But an identity nonetheless 

Brutally raised by a strict father 
Overburdened by a sullen mother 
Introverted and unremarkable 
He proved himself to be a nobody 
Until the decade flew over 
While he rummaged his mother's purse 
He realized his heart’s desire 
And he found his true passion 

He would steal Mommy’s make–up in secret
And would walk a different gait at school
Back in the playground 
The swings would speak
And inside the the sandbox
The castles would listen
While the other boys talked endlessly 
About their latest crush 
But little Ben just wanted 
A crown of flowers to wear
And to be called another name
A princess, so to speak 

But the other boys didn't understand 
Didn't comprehend why he didn't talk to girls 
So they called him names and pushed him away 
Or they excluded him from every other activity 

But I was a nobody, too
Not too much like Ben but a lot like Ben 
I am normal but not normal 
I like girls like any boy 
But I could see why 
Even at that dark time 
Why he likes boys like I like girls 

So when he played alone 
Nearby the sandbox 
I brought him the crown of flowers 
All stomped over by the other boys 
Ben was scared
And ready to run 
But I told him to stay 
And said,

“Ben, don't be scared of me.
All I want to be 
Is your best friend.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 10/2/2017 1:04:00 PM
I 'm looking forward to the next chapter.
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Date: 10/2/2017 12:55:00 PM
That is a very nice poem.
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