Gnash

You know what I want?

I want cigarette smoking to be okay, to hold hands

in public, freedom to choose my friends, and sex

on the beach. And I don't mean that stupid drink

you order to sound experienced. Sex.

The down and dirty kind.

I want to look at a beautiful girl across the bar

and not wonder who I'll have to answer to, reassure,

console, control, apologize to, or get sterilized.

I want to seduce her with a look, take her face in my

hands and hungrily take in all she will allow. Come

away slick and smiling, smelling her on my skin.

I want my past to stay there, stop asking me when,

when, when! Fuck you and fuck her too. Stop telling

me I can't, you shouldn't, don't, stop, please, me, me, me!

I've had enough of politically correct relationships and

candy-coated therapists, diet cokes, sugar-free cocaine strips.

What I want is freedom from your voice, where's your life?

Get a wife. Try moving out of your folk's house

you can only sleep with Mom for so long. Get off the tit.

I want fat to be okay, ugly too, going back to school,

fuck your youth.

Most of all I want to see your pissed off expression 

when you read this

shocked and scared it might be you