*BOYS ARE NOT STONES*
I'm made to toil
working out, pulling plough
this I do all round clock
Because I'm a boy
I can't always have my toy
If do, I'd soil my hand
The soiling, they opine profit nothing.
Yet, I'm to cling my hands to something
that will yield fruits
this too they forget soils.
I am taught to try
always to push, never to cry
even when the shoe pinch
I'm a boy i'd endure till I reach
So, to go with the norms
I've to bottle and cup up
My feelings
Holding them is strength
Yet I'm dying
Letting them out
Makes me less of what I am
Yet my sex is same
I am indeed a boy!
Not a stone
A phenomenal child
©klasique
K