- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Broken Boy
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Who built you this way?
(Unbuttons shirt)
Who put the hair on your chest like some sort of shield? Said never yield, your pasts all healed?
Who told you strong arms built strong lives, earned meek wives? Said he shoots he thrives?
(Unbuttons pants)
Hrmph
Who put all the stock in this? Said stick your cock in this, if you’re a rock this is?
(Laid back)
Who spoke the rules of game, y’all be the same, can’t come up lame, she gotta take your name?
(Pushes knees to chest)
Feel good to tremble huh?
That’s the honesty.
It’s good to arch that back, expose that crack, lemme lift that sack, make your body go slack, this is what you lack.
No sir, it ain’t the fucking, it’s the freedom.
There’s a core to you, if people knew they’d be quick to hew, a gentle boy with thoughts anew, the tiny joys you’d be into, the strictest ideals you’ve lived up to.
Relax, I’m the only one watching you.
I’m the only one here, this don’t make you queer, go and drop the fear. I’m the only one here.
The. Only. One. Here.
Glued together like a shattered toy, your life some sort of blank decoy, scared of what you just might enjoy,
You were pieces of a broken boy.
- COMMENTS
Exluke19 months agoI can certainly feel the references to toxic masculinity. The urge to relax and drop the fear fits in well.
