TOMORROW TEN YEARS
I thought I was the last
to fall...
I was not loved
by my mother at all...
The knife was taken
so a mirror was shattered...
Glass in my wrist
as my blood was spattered...
So much blood
for my surrender...
One slit would do
but I'm a spender...
And after that morning
of blood and of tears...
I knew that mother
would never love queers...
And that knowledge freed me
to follow the stars...
Walking through life;
still proud of my scars.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 3, 2006