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viviti
This first poem is an interesting piece. I read an e-book called Pedophilia & Homosexual Behavior- (no, that's not what I do in my free time; it was for class) and it incited this poem. It's raw, irreverent, possibly misguided, but this is what came out. I can only write what I get and this is what came.
I would like to take the time to thank Christine and Hannah for letting me use their word. Maybe other people have come up with the word prosti-tot, but their use of it was the first I time I'd heard it used.

Mary M. Speaks to Boy-loved Boys (and Little Prosti-tots, too)

I saw you in the magazine

little chicken

I saw you

On the corner—there!

For Sale”.

Eyes saw you on the open

cyber highway.

little chicken, little pigeon

there you were.

May be they say

They love you

But

They’ll leave you,

Little fling.

May be they say

It’s all right

But

It’s not.

May be they say

It’s worth

The cash

They’ll shove

Right down your throat.

May be they’ll

Make you love it

Like they

Don’t.

Tell me for real

Little chicken, little boy

Tell me if you know about

The truth.

Tell me if you

Know your

Tiny childhood’s

Stripped away?

Tell me if you know

There’s no more youth.

Tell me if you know

That they don’t care about

Your name.

Tell me if you know

They want you “free”.

Tell me if you know

You’re just another

Meal for them

Tell me that it’s not

Depravity.

 Tell me that it’s not

Dehumanizing

 that your wanted just for what they’ll never have again and you no longer have once they have tossed you to the curb and let you see how much your shattered battered pseudo-youth is worth to them now that you’re broken and dejected—

Once

The

Precious

Youth

Is

Gone.

You won’t weep with me now

 ‘Cause you’ve

Not felt

The

Sting

of

“You’re too old.”

You won’t wail with the fallen ones

‘Cause you’ve

Not been

Cast

Down.

Must you wait

‘Til your

shine is

gone

to drink this

message in

Must you wait

‘Til you’re

tarnished,

son

to finally

drink the

Truth?

 

 

11/24/04


BurnThis

The spoken word is Dangerous

The written word is Powerful

The potent thought is Virulent

Will they burn this when I’m Done?

Today he told me I was a whore

Told me I wasn’t good enough

Told me Trash shouldn’t ask

questions of no one

Trash should take whatever’s handed her

Told me I was Trash-

And I believed himthespokenwordisdangerous

Today he wrote an article on Hell

Said There’s no redemption

Said Yeah this is permanent

Said Don’t worry my whore’ll be there with you Too bad I won’t Said Live for today

The ends justify the means Said There is no Heaven-

And you believed himthewrittenwordispowerful

Today you heard my story

burnthis

And you scoffed at my entreaties

burnthis

And you thought what’s her problem

And you thought this is so depressing

And you thought this is so redundant

And you thought she doesn’t even know me

And you thought what can she tell me she’s a whore

And I thought what can I tell you you’re male

What can I tell you you’re white

What can I tell you you’re gay

What can I tell you you’re rich

What can I tell you you’re older

What can I tell you you’re right?thepotentthoughtisvirulent

But you don’t want to hear it so you’ll burn

This-is the cold, hard truth so you’ll burn

This-tells that you are brainwashed so you’ll burn

This-tells that you are gullible so you’ll burn

This-tells that you are not immune so you’ll burn

This-is the spoken word try to burn

This- is the written word so you’ll burn

This-is a potent thought try to burn

This.

 The spoken word is

Dangerous

The written word is

Powerful

The potent thought is

Virulent

Will they burn this when

 I’m

Done?!

  

11/28/03 & 5/28/04

 

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