Disowned

I should've been kind to that boy, his scarred back willing to punish himself for approval. He became lost, didn't know what to believe anymore, the loneliness, of being abandoned. I met the love of my life again, he's still struggling with the set society's rules about muscularity. We were trained to suppress our feelings, after all, we're men. Deep down, Andre is hurting, but not willing to open up about his post-traumatic disorders. We both never had a supportive background. Andre is a beautiful man, and his impetuous passionate forces proportionally circled and grew larger as he walked back into my life. Firstly, I grew up in a small town. My father loved his religion more than anyone in the world. I tried to be accepted, but the priest said otherwise. I used to believe religions were supposed to be a symbol of love. But why have I been restrained from my beliefs about love? Sharif Nsubuga, the author of Cosmopolitan, talks of homophobia as a lost used mechanism of the weakest minds trying to lower a queer's state of mind so that they can create and accommodate an illusional environment for them. Andre and I struggled to unlearn hating ourselves. I was rejected many times by family, and everyone else l greatly loved. Stranded on the streets, until I met Andre.