he couldn't
tell
he couldn't
say
his mouth too
swollen
his face too
bloody
why
wouldn't
you listen
the pleas
in his voice
the tears
in his eyes
in the
back alley
you beat away
his confidence
in the
back alley
you took away
his life
why?
for what?
a choice
he made
to be himself
and openly gay
he didn't
want to live
two lives
and for that....
you took the one
that he had
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem