Will you love me?
Will you love me still even when my voice changes ?
Will you love me when I become hairy in other unfamiliar places ?
Will you love me when you see me inject myself every 7 days for the rest of my life?
Will you love me even when I grow stubble on my face?
And my voice gets High
Better yet forget love.
Will you stay?
Even on the days when I don’t want to be touched because I have been told I am not a man enough.
Will you fight those battles with me when it took one more person to say she he whatever you are to my face when we literally were just … man things are weird.
Weird from I was just your baby to now I’m just well I don’t even know you anymore you changed
So I’ll answer the wills you for you.
Because this is for me at the end of the day
Yes I will love myself even when my voice changes and goes through puberty
Yes I will love the new changes to my body. The good and bad.
Yes I promise to myself to always do my shot every 7 days.
Yes I will love myself even with stubble on my face and my voice high
I will make sure I am okay
I will love myself.
I think that’s the thing they always say these moments are great with someone there, but what if that person disappeared ?
Left before you started. Isn’t there at all?
Says they love you from a far.
Now they aren’t mandated to stay no no
This isn’t about them
This is about me so
That’s something I’ve had to realize too many times but now
I’m doing me because
One thing is for certain I know I’m one fine brotha
And I will always move and love for me
Because today is more than just one
Today is
T-Day
Comments (1)
Nice poem. You touched on a very social issue here. Love it.