Category : Poems

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Don't cry, Lamar,
I told myself, looking in the mirror. 
With my soul oozing from my scars.
Masculinity only became scarier.
Who do I tell?
I'm looking for the right answer. 
I'm not doing well.
There's no a cure if its a fever. 
Don't cry, Lamar.
Stop crying yourself “pussy.”
It was so bizarre
When the abused turned into his own bully.