gender
We are so bent
Upon being individualist
& beautiful in our own opinion
That your expectations of natural accordance
Does not exist…
& so persistently shall we insist
That who we are is who we are…
Regardless of your brackets.
Growing up I was taught to be tough, that boys don’t cry
Showing emotions meant that you was weak.
So I went through life with my feelings absent,
only absorbing pain on this rough journey.