Boys

I guess, y’know
Two words designed to
Fill the holes of your emotional illiteracy
One and a half make me
Responsible for feeling for both

Is this the price I pay for loving boys?
Deprived of conversation and affection
You withdraw into silent sterility to save face

Brown boy, your masculinity endangered by six foot one, AF
Trimmed yourself with thick soled shoes and spikey hair
Anything to add an inch

In the attempt to be a man you’ve deflated your heart
And alone you reach the endzone
Brown and white rags making your victory dance a farce

Squeezing too tight you destroy
That which you are only meant to hold