Poems

PuerAmo, A son's plea

"A son's plea" 

Mama looks at me and asks: 
"You'll never have sex with a boy, right?" 
look at her and say: "That's not up to me. 

Pretend I have a friend 
of very tender age, 
who begs me to make love to him 
How can I refuse that loving boy?" 

She answers quickly: "Children 
are not for that kind of loving. 
You know that, my dear son, 
we brought you up that way." 

"Dear mother, still you don't understand? 
You have raised me well. 
No Boy be harmed by conscious me. 
But I am different than you wanted. 

I love boys, like you love Dad. 
I can not change that for the world. 
I can not promise that what you want, 
but I must ask you this. 

Love me for who I am, 
the person I become. 
It may not what you wanted, but this is what I am, 

your son.

PuerAmo

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PuerAmo