A boy becomes ill and a doctor gives him a year to live.
There are many soft tears and a new acceptance for life.
That boy is now twenty years old and healthy as can be.
By age seventeen, he came out to both of his who cried and yelled.
His first sexual encounter was at eighteen and by nineteen, he had a boyfriend who he loved.
People spit on them and he cried in the arms of a familiar face.
Beaten and bruised, that kind boy with soft beautiful blue eyes, hung himself.