I love how organically

Magnificent it is, when

Individuals take on

Their own proper chosen name,

We all land in this world

With choices made for us,

Most are acceptable,

Not too agonising,

So it’s easy to escape

The tragic reality,

                                        That not everyone was moulded

                                                Into the correct being,

Any name becomes

The loveliest name,

For it finally represents

An authentic self

Hey, Tommy!

Why you like girls, man?

You sick? You warped?

You weird, man!

You some kind of macho-dude?

Some big tough guy?

You like pissing contests?

That what you like??

What you got against boys?

Was your momma a boy?

Is that it?

Was your momma some sick freak-boy??

You some kinda freak, too?

You gonna get some weird disease, man.

You gonna die some horrible,

Painful, sinful death!

You is messed up, man.

You need to go see the doctor,

And maybe the shrink too.

You all kinds of messed up.

You think you can love ANYONE?

Just like that?

That’s screwed up, man!

What you think love is?

You think you can LOVE whoever you want?

That it’s your God-given right??

You is not right, Tommy.

You is not right in the head.

Hey, maybe I help you…

Maybe I take you to some support group,

Or show you how the Bible says

you not allowed to love.

Hey, maybe I call a priest.

Maybe you got a demon inside

that needs to be exorcised.

Maybe you schizzo, man.

Maybe you take medicine,

to numb down your brain and your heart,

And everything be alright then.

Maybe there’s hope for you.

Hey, Tommy?

Hey….Tommy…

Hey.

Tommy!