today is our birthday
If I was my dad. I would put my clarinet away
"Goran you want to play the drums...."
"yea.
"hmm , okay we will have to soundproof a room in the basement.
"what else goran?
I would like self-esteem. I want to talk to boys, can
I hang-out with boys? "
"Ah, let me check in with your grandmother, see what she thinks..."
"dad , can I ..." he leaves me.
all alone in their apartment.
"YOU ARE MY BOY! I WANT YOU IN THE BEDROOM, YOU STUPID
KID!!"
"don't talk. t don't talk ton tno to...."
hearing laughter from two cousins..
"you are stupid goran...".
inner voice ..."what have I done?
picture my self eating her food.
I just wanted to be a boy.
I wanted to play football, hockey, gymnastics.
"think I can get into gymnastics dad...."
grabs a hold of my stomach...."you are too fat for gymnastics!!!"
why I am. here. why do I look like a girl?
where is God? will I kill someone like my aunt tells me,
and shows me?
create stuff in my conscious .
twenty years later...God saved my brain.
and I donate no more to my dad!
He will never hear my voice.
Thanks for listening.
Feel free to blog and tell me what kind of dad you would be
to your inner boy!
Goran
"Goran you want to play the drums...."
"yea.
"hmm , okay we will have to soundproof a room in the basement.
"what else goran?
I would like self-esteem. I want to talk to boys, can
I hang-out with boys? "
"Ah, let me check in with your grandmother, see what she thinks..."
"dad , can I ..." he leaves me.
all alone in their apartment.
"YOU ARE MY BOY! I WANT YOU IN THE BEDROOM, YOU STUPID
KID!!"
"don't talk. t don't talk ton tno to...."
hearing laughter from two cousins..
"you are stupid goran...".
inner voice ..."what have I done?
picture my self eating her food.
I just wanted to be a boy.
I wanted to play football, hockey, gymnastics.
"think I can get into gymnastics dad...."
grabs a hold of my stomach...."you are too fat for gymnastics!!!"
why I am. here. why do I look like a girl?
where is God? will I kill someone like my aunt tells me,
and shows me?
create stuff in my conscious .
twenty years later...God saved my brain.
and I donate no more to my dad!
He will never hear my voice.
Thanks for listening.
Feel free to blog and tell me what kind of dad you would be
to your inner boy!
Goran