Piercing through the fabric and flesh,
Intending to view my soul,
Her eyes reflecting her state of mind,
the mind that's clouded by fear and prejudice
She claims she wishes to peel my layers,
such is her delusional innocence,
for my mind can visualize the obvious shrouding,
of my soul, my being with her accusations.
She claims she wishes to peel the layers of my soul,
for she assumes my mind has disrobed her of her fabric
she assumes my eyes have raked her with desire
but i know that her eyes pierced me with judgement
Afraid to view and appreciate the aesthetics
i sit at a corner, with tears that assure isolation
disgusted with my existence as a man,
i punish myself for the same
assuring my tears some company,
i let the blade graze my skin,
the blade reminds me of her piercing eyes,
as comes out the tears' thick red kin
Gradually, pain makes way for hope,
enlightening about her plight
attacked by the one claiming themselves as men,
but were wild hounds dressed as humans
there were many like her but few like me,
thus they wear masks of cynicism.
At first i abhor my manhood, questioning my faults,
but its in the flaws i discover my purpose,
Vowing to redefine masculinity..
I take an oath to strive and endure..
To be the man she wants me to be.
I pray they get their justice
For their justice is not theirs alone..
To pray for all is a trait that's human..
The being that I am before I was declared a man..
