It’s sunrise, I stand here on the hill of mountainous expectations
staring out at what should be humanity. They know I am here, but do not see me with the prism of humanity.
the sun is setting, a fine blend of red and yellow rays stretches unevenly across the sky, an exact description of how humanity spread stereotypes across my blue sky, casting golden light out across gullible minds.
I am swept into a world of manly expectations
Of strong arms and hardened heart
Of concealed tears and deep sighs
Of baritone and beer
Of biceps and bowties
None of freedom of expression of emotions
None of soprano and catwalks
None of bright pink and pouts
None of long hairs and no beard
So, I swirl around in boxed definition of who they want me to be
Pleasing and imploding
Drowning depression in bottles of beer
Manning up when I should boy down in tears
It feels like an entrapment, in which I am bound mind and hand;
Humanity, oblivious of who I am,
Oblivious of my actions, inactions, reactions.
Oblivious of my enamoured desires.
Oblivious of the fact that, I too, collide with swinging moods of human nature and habits…and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
Excerpt from my soon-to-be-published book “For Boys Like Me”