*At Five*

At five I was quite aware of
the feelings that trailed down
the hallows of my veins,
the taste that soothed the
buds of my infant tongue...

At five my eyes were already keen
dilating at the touch of 'Hades'
rub on my so tender rump...

At five I needn't be told
what hormones in me whispered
ceaselessly day and night
not minding the frequent grasps
of my dear mother's bosoms...

Though I felt tamed like a 
lioness bottled in a case of 
stuffed bear and chocolate bars,
I knew I was already an "Ar-dult"
when it comes to the things of
emotions and tender touch-ies...

This feeling spoke in tongues
I was eager to explore and dine with
even at the expense of my 
own kind, yet I chose to be
figured out as different from
the school of other boiz...

Then came the wars of acceptance
and the chaos' of internal issues
as the stems and branches of
my form start to bud,
fear of the society gripped me
made me convulsive almost led
this young lad to commit
suicide at sixteen...

Even though now am quite aware
of my kind, I know that am one
of many men out there who
aware of their beings are not
ashamed of their gaiety forms
but still are entangled in their
shells to live within...