Note: The following is one of several poems I found on a website geared to gay and lesbian youth that I liked very much way back in 1996. As I have started rebuilding the blog, I want to include these poems. I tried unsuccessfully to contact the poets for their permission. If this is your poem, I would love to hear from you.
Passive Sage by Roland Thrower I've been different all my life yet I've never picked up a knife I walk naked for the world to see the person who is really me They may stare and wonder why why mustn't he not die!? I see their bludgeoning words, hit my skin for I can do little to defend I have no armor to protect Nothing but my intellect Sometimes I wonder: why go on?-- Because of the morning Sun As I knell down to pray, Not the ordinary way I ask for them to understand I just want to be their friend