my name is Stella

at the end of the day they come to rest on my breasts men with important jobs men with issues at home who needs tissues to wipe off their shameful tears they come in different colors and needs men with timeframes to finish projects men with egos to protect, men with a lot to hide even from their loved ones they come to rest on my breasts, to cry, to shout, to bite and to curse social norms that got them in unwanted marriages that got them in unwanted sodomy from their church priests they come at the end of the day, every day – to take a brief break from their easy lives, and rest on my breasts –