Days were counted,
Plans were made,
End of school was coming,
Soon, my cousins would be once more , more the a voice on the phone,
When I came out in 1998, lost my cousins,
Christianity, I guess, taught hate with communion wafers,
I was told by cousin Lee Ann, that dad, told my family my beloved cousins that the reason I never dated was because I was retarded,
I’m for a brief second that I wish I had known that,
Now at sixty-five I’m glad I was in the dark until through my inner tunnel of darkness,
My anger level was never as high as with regret of not murdering my half sister,
Narcississ deserves the one who was slandered tore from her good name and her family, that narcississ last breath escape their lungs,
All my memories of my family at cabin still good
Their the cousins I longed for every summer that memory is darken,
Dead!
Val Whitewolf 