POEM 288: FOR THE BOY CHILD
Cry out while everyone doubts
because society would mock and say;
‘Impossible. You enjoyed it, man’
So a boy fake it until he breaks down
because ‘you’re a man; you don’t cry’.
So a boy cannot dream of award shows
while still on the couch?
So a boy cannot freeze on a spot
and let the tears drop?
So a boy cannot hurt
by the overtures of a-whoring aunts?
…and a boy hides behind
a mask of masculinity
Coming out clean feels like nobody cares
feels like a boy’s doomed to sift the sore tears
So he bottles up the sad tales
and carry the world on his biceps
Flaunting six-packs of emotional traumas
flirting like ’tis life goals
Stumble into the next bar to sedate the pain
drink and get drunk all the way to life’s end
Boys are human, not stones
don’t throw them into black holes
and tell ’em not to sink
But, we could stop telling our boys such lies
so they do not build shooting stars on landmines
and explode into a thousand sparks of debris
in failed attempts to implode a sad history.