
baby don’t you know I love you
I shower you with my love
Kisses and warm embraces
But you process with forcing yourself on me
As if you have something to prove
So rough, so rushed
Wanting to prove your masculinity so bad
Prove that your a man
Knowing how to love does
And I not yet a woman but a girl, can turn you a boy not yet a man into one
Learn that I’m your equal not your inferior
Together evolving
interwining
Growing
I can teach you how to love
Understand that your emotions aren’t burdens
You should not carry it on your back everywhere you go
That you’re no longer a machine but a boy soon to a man
I know I’m like a air freshener in a room
Full of trash
Making the bs
Your environment tells you that your masculinity equates to being a man
To be a man is to bottle stuff up
You learn that your fists carry words
Words that scar you
That you must contain the pain
Your in environment is a old dog
That can’t learn new tricks
It punishes you for not following them
Domesticated boy
But youth still flows from your body
My love hold the healing properties to change the world
A flower that still growing
If you take one thing out of this tirade
Don’t let the hood that grew up you put you in chains
Don’t let society give you your name
You are loved black boy.




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