What do the prejudiced haters despise most?---my Homosexuality,
or that I love, and am loved by, a "Japanee?"
Yes, that is what they call you, Beloved, Anthony,
who have come to this place from far across the sea.
Too often the haters express their befouled abuse,
and create---in classrooms and corridors---embarrassing scenes;
and silence, among them, is all too brief and rare.
But I cast them off in a way like to when you abandon your shoes;
and I rejoice that your feet are sheathed in sheer socks or bare
beneath the tattered cuffs of your distressed, bell-bottomed jeans.
But beautiful as you obviously are,
like a newly formed and radiant star,
whatever do you find, or see,
in an awkward, pipsqueak, bullied queer like me?
Starward-Led