maelynslavik

Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.

Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.

The love people have for each other is real. But what do you do when you are broken? Torn to pieces? Consult in Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. He'll tell you to grow some nice hair that stands up 5 feet and adopt 4 middle school children.

I hear the laughter. 

It echoes. 

It’s filled with happiness. 

It’s filled with a happiness that goes beyond words. 

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

I watch as the rain starts to fall. 

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance. 

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away. 

We built a superman. 

In our heads, we built a superman. 

Clipped by a speeding bullet, 

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first