Dear Young Queer Boys

I know you don’t know any better

and I know they tell you that it’s normal,

but stay away from old men.

I know they say you’re cute and I know

they say they love you, but there is a reason

he’s fifty-five, alone, and looking just for you.

I know you don’t know any better

and I know they tell you that it’s normal,

but you must not hate yourself.

Eat. You must love this body and this soul,

even when they say you’re not good enough.

Strip down and look at the glory in your mirror.

I know you don’t know any better

and I know they tell you that it’s abnormal,

but you’re just how you are. You are made

perfect and loved and we are here before you,

not to hurt you, not to touch you,

but to make sure you know better.