“I’m Too Sensitive To Be A Man”
“I’m too sensitive to be a man”
I say to myself over and over and over again
Not seeming to recognize
The humanity overflowing within me I am somehow
Required to castrate my feelings.
“I’m too sensitive to be a man”
Then why is my dad always crying?
What about testicles makes you
Impervious to reality, I am
Really truly a person whose body
Has the hormonal make up of a man
I look like one
The lady at sams club ran away from me like
I was a quarterback or something
And yet
“I’m too sensitive to be a man”
My masculinity tells me
That men can’t be sensitive
Maybe this is just a side effect of my
Misandry, alas
“I am too sensitive to be a man”
Always seems to be getting in the way
Of my true feelings
See—
I can’t listen to them, because
Listening to them
Would make me even more sensitive
On paper, at least
And I’m already
Too sensitive to be a man.
I tell you if this is
Anything close
To what the others feel like, no wonder
These men can’t listen to anyone else’s problems—
Sometimes I can’t even listen to my own.