You have made us your target
Aim, release and bulls eyes…
…your arrow of hatred pierces into the depth of our souls.
Our bodies bear the mark, wounds that metamorphosed into scars.
Our minds, somehow your words have permeated and trickled down.
Drip drop, there goes a deluge of words all floating around.
We’ve tried to keep the barrier up
Keep the borders secured
But there’s only so many hits we can take
Before we break.
The Y in my d.n.a doesn’t pull me out of this menacing, unbalanced equation.
Needless to say, it adds to vulnerability.
“Boys don’t cry”! “Grow thicker skin”!
My mouth gagged, my voice muffled all under the name of masculinity.
You’ve hurled me into...