Lost Child
As cars pass by
I’m on display
Selling what
God has given me
Its all I have
Two years since
I said those words
I am gay
Is love so fragile
That they could say
Your not our son
Now at fifteen
Here I am
With needle tracks
That deaden pain
That wont go away
Tonight I’ll sleep
One last time
Huddled against the cold
My precious needle
And my drugs
And tomorrow
A new kid will
Will take my place
And sell his soul
To live
Joseph Men
February 1, 2001
© 2001, Joseph Men