What kind of a man

Only identifies as

masculine, and nothing else?

What kind of a man

Isn’t brave enough to feel

Pretty, without needing reason?

What kind of man needs to feel big

While being so small and so uneven?

What kind of man am I and

Why am I the kind

Who asks and asks and asks

And never gets defined?

If I am other, then why have all the men

Before me made my words redundant?

I despise these times, of individual peace

And community peril. I will keep wondering why

We made things so hard, for so many

And why the man, in me, is still a problem

Still an enemy.

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