Little girls are taught that boys being boys,
will torment to show their love.
Big girls will claim that love makes up
broken bones and split lips.
I am lucky not to have known that sort of that love.
I’ve never been struck
by someone claiming their heart beats for me
while echoing the beating with their fists.
When it happens to a man
they are reduced to the weaker sex,
because it’s bad enough when a woman
doesn’t have the balls to leave.
Without experiencing the same thing
I can’t say for certain,
but I’ve carried enough fear with me
to understand what it is to cling
to the things we know.
is a tricky word to stick
when most of us hide
the things dragging us down.