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weak sauce

3-27-2025

By Ellie HoovsPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
weak sauce
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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.

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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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  • Marie381Uk 10 months ago

    How lovely I enjoyed this one. There again I Enjoy all your poems

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