I look down and I don’t recognize myself; I tried to push my legs to go faster; but I guess theirs was faster than mine; Pushed to the wall of a filthy building; All I heard was ripples; I knew I’ve been caught; I could not register what was happening again; Grunts, painful moans of pleasure; Their hormones was saying yes, mine said no; After getting satisfied, they push and go; But I’m left to pick the pieces, but they left with one thing; and that was my pride;
Do you see us when we cry? When we try to hide our faces in the sand? have you ever thought it through, That these people might be hurt too; Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us? Nay, we are born out of bone and blood; We also feel the same pain you do; Only that the would sees us as weak and your strong when we show it
Do we seem like goats; We do not need to be told; “You are a man, be one”; Will you tell these words to my boy when I am gone?; Of course, I am a boy!; Is that a curse?; Can I not feel hurt as well?; Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well
