A Boy Named Bibb

Poem

Why, Chris…why?

Born with countless extra genitals, the
Infant was impossible to diaper.
Blue 
Blazers hid his shame in later years.
“Sprinkler Boy” was his nickname when he peed in all directions at once.
Making friends was tough.
Years went by with no friendship, no love.
Then he discovered basketball.
He was slow, couldn’t shoot, couldn’t
Even dribble and walks at the same time;
He was a defensive specialist.
Every opposing coach hated when he was put in.
“Put in Trey!” the crowd would scream.
“Put in Trey!” So the coach did, with the game on the line.
Every time an opponent hand-checked him, they hit a genital.
Right to the foul line he would go, and shoot a free.
Into the basket?
Never; the
Goal was
To make the other team foul
Out, and put in the bench-warmers, and lose.
Now he’s a hero, and he knows:
I am a good person.
I love my multi-genitaled self.
I deserve love.

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