Chapter 1 - Joey

Joey was a little 11-year-old boyJoey was a little 11-year-old boy
He wasn’t out going, he wasvery coy.
He liked to sit in his roomand stare at the walls
And cuddle close to hisdressed in drag dolls
 
And at school when the otherboys would look at the girls,
Complain about their cooties,but drool over their curls,
Joey would simply playalong,
And trust that his feelingsand intentions were always wrong.
 
Joey would sit in thecorners of rooms,
And dive into his gloom.
His dreams of pretty olderboys,
To them, he offered to be atoy.
 
While other boys playedsports and climbed trees,
Joey sat inside and huggedhis knees.
He’d watch his silk blackhair fall over his face,
And remind himself that hewas a disgrace.
 
Every night Joey would crawlinto bed,
Thoughts and desires buzzingthrough his aching head.
And he’d close his eyes anddrift into his dreams,
Where a beautiful boy wouldmend all the broken seams.
 
 

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