he wore pastels..

By Devilish

his

favorite color was purple

made him feel beautiful

he

had a certain way

about his walk

pranced

he wore pastels

my

polished prince

convinced he lived in a palace

without malice

a peace

only a beast

would feast on

"momma am i gross?"

baby..

you're the most

beautiful little boy

in the world

and FUCK

who ever said

you had to like girls..

tell them to

come and talk to me

for i love

to battle the will

of the lost

and illiterate

ignorant social sadists...

so you

carry your favorite baby doll

dress it  

in all

lace..  

i love nothing more

then the taste

of an innocence grace..

tonight  

i'll paint your nails

we'll have a

form fitting

gender sitting

tea party

where  

i can be the mom

and you

can feel no wrong..

shame is for the weak

and you my son

have an inner strength

that others

can only dream of...

and i've

never been more proud..