Your mother withheld those three words
caught in conditions
that you didn't frequently meet.
Your father slapped your tears
if they dared to fall,
so you learned to bottle them,
which only made you weak.
You think you are displaying masculinity,
but you are only broadcasting insecurity,
chauving your values down throats
that only choke them back up at you.
My outspoken confidence is not assailing
nor is my disinclination to acquiesce
to "elders" or impotent men.
If my boldness
my assertiveness
and my unflinching fierceness provoke
look in the mirror
and you'll find the reason why.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (1)
How lovely I enjoyed this one. There again I Enjoy all your poems