Breeding a Man
People look and critique ME,
By everything my words and my MANNERISMS.
It’s kind of hard not to have MANNERISMS.
When, I was raised by, A MAN.
I guess because my father says,
“I should be A MAN”,
I have only my father to teach me
What, I need to be TAUGHT.
The toys he BOUGHT
OUGHT,
To be for a child, or a soon to be A MAN.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
People wonder why I look like A MAN.
I talk like A MAN.
I walk like A MAN.
I dress like A MAN,
I also date the same sex as A MAN!
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why am I looked down UPON?
Because my father wanted to have a SON
But, treated my like the son he never HAD!
All I knew was DAD
Why didn’t I HAVE?
The same toys my friends HAVE!
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why couldn’t I grow up to be NORMAL?
Why do people look at me like I’m ABNORMAL?
I am as NORMAL,
As the next ABNORMAL
Child, growing up without a CHOICE.
I feel pain too, I also feel REMORSE!
But yet no one feels my REMORSE!
Maybe it is their CHOICE.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
I didn’t buy anything that was BOUGHT!
I learned to fight as my father bred me to,
And to fight, as he had FOUGHT!
But it was my father gain and my LOST,
Yet I still don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why? Was I born a girl?
Yet I was BRED A MAN!
|