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he had a dad
My cousin Rudy had a dad and threw it in my face.
When he was growing up his father taught him sports, and that he was a little champion.
So when I was coming up he let me know I couldn't play sports, because he was the champion.
Compared to him I was inferior, so I wasn't being taunted, I was just learning my place too slowly.
And now I can't hold it against him, he was only a child...
...He was twenty-five, I was ten.
Because of him I couldn't be a child.
He made me ashamed to be who I was.
But at school I'd brag about him, and say he was my brother, because even though I was nothing, I knew he was.
He was having sex with pretty women, and having a good time.
He let me know that even though I wasn't in high school yet, he knew I'd never make it.
A decade later, he knows I'm gay, so even if I've made it, when I catch his stare, he's telling me he knows better.
And I'm just hollow inside, he had a dad, he should've known better.
That cousin of yours, with his heartless derogatory self and supercilious attitude, can kiss a f*cking dead, diseased rat's ass in the dirt for all one cares. \(-_-#)Don't let him get to you; it's true he should've f*ckin known better.