Act Like a Man
I’ve bitten my tongue one too many times.
Tasting my blood of defeat.
But above all else, I wish I would just speak.
To tell him to shut the **** up already.
And show him that I’ve tolerated his degrading uses
of the words, *****, gay, and *** long enough.
But every time I protest, it is I who tastes blood of defeat.
And locks myself in my room, to scream and cry
about being too weak.
He wants me to “act like a man.”
And to “grow a set of balls.”
****, why doesn’t he just clone me to be six feet tall?
And be a man without a job and no morals at all?
And brag to my homeboys about my sex life and refer to women as *****es.
Or to pick on boys like me—who he wouldn’t mind giving stitches.
And yet, he wants me to “act like a man.”
No, he wants me to be more like him.
Copyright © Tyree Jackson | Year Posted 2012
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