Category : Poems

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In my body, lay the wounds
From those who loved me most.
Their words built the tomb
For he who couldn't act like he was supposed.
I am sorry that I couldn't be a man
Instead, I cried over the simplest of things.
It is hard to truly understand
Their intentions when that belt stings. 
A pop to the mouth helps the mustache grow
Just as it does for a swat to the bottom. 
I only cried more but then I didn't know 
That those spankings helped me blossom. 

The man I grew to be
I learned by avoiding everything done to me