Poem Note to Self 2
You carry the mark of our history Of pain unacknowledged, of trauma and family Of Maleness with presence often ominous The illusion of strength and history of dominance At times you have learned your feelings to hide As pain, shame and sadness you’ve kept well inside Your chromosome Y you sometimes abhor While some hope in men you seek to restore You move uncertain in the footsteps of intimacy Your skin shaped by touch with no care for privacy Of ancestors troubled through chains of depression Masculinity shaped through guilt and repression I see you divided, divine and mundane As validation and love for you I obsess to obtai...