BOYS LIKE ME CRAVE THE SUN
IT'S BLINDING, SURE
BUT IT BLINDS NOT JUST OUR EYES
BURNS NOT JUST OUR SKIN
IT SEARS INTO OUR SOUL AND
WRAPS US IN ILLUMINATING JOY
FLOODS OUR EMOTIONS WITH NOTHING BUT
BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT
BOYS LIKE ME WITH CRATERS ON OUR SKIN
WITH THE MOON AS A COMPANION
THE SUN SHUNS US;
AND WE RETREAT INTO THE SHADOWS
WHY MUST THE SUN (YOU YOU YOU) WANT A
DISFIGURED, CRUEL, LOVELESS, MASKED
T H I N G
TO ENJOY ITS RAYS?
BOYS LIKE ME
HAD THE ANSWER TO THAT EONS AGO;
ETCHED INTO OUR SKIN;
LIKE CRATERS
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