foetus
you didn't stop
to think
what if
what if you, my man
bore a vagina
what if ?
what if you, sir
were born in
a "shit-hole country"
what then?
what then of your thick hate
survives? all you know
is to like you...or is it?
deep down, it's
validation.
belonging.
you know what you are
(you hate you)
so you hate me
I'll hate back
(I'll hate me for it)
you chased tail
and didn't get any
you did school
rather, it did you
and now you thought you
could carve out a little
cave of toys
and play pretend
you're the king who knows and rules
mommy's little man
all growed up
little man
lets fix that tie
around your neck
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