Scratching voices are rising from the shadows…
Glory to you
To God and to the bravest gays!
A cursed life
In which my manias dance shamelessly,
Like ‘lil tranny-fairies inspired on RuPaul’s freakiness!
Those psychotic urgencies
Which grow and bite myself from inside,
Those rocking suicide intentions,
Are growing, blooming like spring,
And drying me up,
Like a mummy in a fancy Gucci dress!
How could I define love if I’d never been loved before?
I’d bless you,
But you don’t deserve it…you never will!
Will you be able to love someone apart from you?
Will you?
(I think I’ve been acting like a virgin I’m not
I’ll stop sobbing and begging for your love I’ll bring the Trojan)
Will you make love to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem