Sentence
Culmination of words
Sentenced
By your words
Unbridled passion
With your words
Caressing me
Your words
Now take me
Say the word
Namaste
Guady G
Category: Family
Write on me!
I am a paper that is quite unique. I am the finest, the last one you’ll seek. I am a paper white as can be. Take out your pen and write on me. Your pen is magical with its ink so strong. Glide it carefully and don’t do it wrong. I promise to fold but be gentle though. Hold me lovingly or I might tear. Take your time and show me you care. Caress my page with words that are couth be the one that always writes the truth. Hold Me. Fold me. Behold me. Don’t let your written words fumble or you’ll be the one that will crumble. I am your paper white as can be so take out your pen and write on me.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G.
Why am I not enough?
Mom? Dad? Why am I not enough for you to love? Was I not created in God’s image? Everyday of my life shouldn’t be a scrimmage! Don’t you realize I am slowly dying without your love?
I am supposed to be your precious child, your pride and joy. Yet you reprimand me because I’m not like the other boys. I was born this way. Please just love me! Don’t push me away!
The cruel world will frown upon me because of my orientation. They will say I am not a sensation. But I am. I know I am. Please love me. Hold me! Don’t push me away! Don’t leave me alone to be their prey!
Knock, knock, please open the door. Let me in. I can’t face this cruel world alone any longer. Help me heal these wounds and these sores! Make me stronger. Love me! Help me! Help me please! I’m afraid. Can’t you see this pains me at my core? Please open the door. I fear my life will be no more. . . . .
Mom? Dad? Why am I not enough for you to love?
Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Message to parents: Please remember that children are ours. We brought them into this world and we should love them despite their sexual orientation. If they tell us then count that as a blessing. We need not push them away because their ideas don’t coincide with ours. Home should be a safe place where they are enough and where they feel loved. If not we risk losing them to bad crowds, drugs, self-deprecation and yes even death. The same baby you once swore to protect is now that teenager before you or that adult before you. It is not too late to open that door of love and acceptance. So open the door. Let them in.
Message to Teens/Adults: Please acknowledge that acceptance comes in steps. For some it is very difficult and it will take time. Give them time. Don’t give up on them! Don’t give up on yourself! You matter because you are enough! Find someone you trust who truly cares, seek counseling and chin up because you are loved. One day the entire cruel world will realize you are a sensation despite your sexual orientation. So go ahead, knock on the door again.
Hugs from Brooklyn
May peace, love and tranquility be with you always.
With Love
Dr. Macias.
My Song Bird
As I sat by my window I heard bird chirping coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw a bird fly by. I extended my right hand and the bird flew to me. It then sang the most beautiful of songs.
I wondered why the beautiful bird sang alone. As I held the small bird in my hands I noticed it was wounded. Poor little bird was bleeding on the area below its right wing. My heart raced and I became sad. For some reason I really cared for the bird.
The bird then took flight but faithfully returned everyday and sang its melody to me. I can’t begin to tell you the elation I felt. I was invisible in the world and it all changed the moment the bird came to me. I was no longer invisible! I was special! I was loved!
But one day the bird didn’t come. I missed it so much. Where did it go? What had I done wrong? As I wondered, a thought came to mind. His wound had healed and now it did sing among the other birds. I extended my arm out the window praying it would come to me like before but the bird just flew right by. I felt pain in my chest, and put my head down and I cried.
Three days later I heard chirping coming from outside. I ran to the window and saw that my beautiful bird chirped the loudest among the others. The melody was directed towards me and I was ecstatic. With utmost excitement I extended my right hand but once again the bird didn’t fly to me. I was sad but I smiled because at that moment I realized how much he loved me too.
Sincerely
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
This entry is placed in dedication to Anaya Ruiz age 11 for requesting something she could read. This story is about love and purity. Sometimes the love is there but we can’t be with those we love. Anyone have a story to share? I love to write but I also love to read.
This Thorn, This Splinter
Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt
Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend
So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it! I too am jaded.
Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.
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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
Fluidity 