My name is Rog, and I am 23
Everyone kept calling me perfect
Blonde, blue eyes, bulked
Beautiful
Maybe I was, or I wasn’t
Prince Charming
The untainted man
The pure
Honestly, I believed that about me
I mean, things are supposed to be that simple right?
For example the topic everyone love
Love
When I was 4, I learned about love for the first time
It was the time, when daddy fondled my ball
Daddy told me you do that when you love someone
Daddy also showed me all kind of love
Every single night, everytime mom’s not there
Daddy said, some love had to be kept as secrets
Or else they would be burned and gone
When I was 10, I found daddy’s body covered with blood
My mom was there too, with a knife in her hand
Mommy said it happened when you betrayed love
I didn’t understand anything aside from the tears in her eyes
Few weeks later, Mom was gone missing by the siren
And I never saw her again
When I was 13, I wanted to show love to my friends
The same way my daddy did
It caught me a therapy session for people called F-
They said I was different
That what I did was wrong
So I kept hiding
All the way to the age of 18
Because for some, making fun of me was a recreation
I kept telling authorities
The answers are always the same
“We had tried our best. Why don’t you fight back?”
Bullies surely came in many form, ain’t they?
I never got why they hated me
While I love them
Especially, the one name Shan
I was 20, when I looked at the ball my dad used to fondle
It took me a while to correlate
The same thing of ‘love’ is the thing telling whether you’re a man or a boy
So, this is it
I have it
I’m a man, not a boy
I love them, but they betrayed me
So I did what mommy told about betrayal
My name is Rog, and I’m 23
I still think life is that simple
If only the world take things simply as I do
So that even when hairs turned silver
We’ll always be 23
At least I do
Prominent Queen est. 1995 