I'm Less Masculine (a poem less masculine)
I'm Less Masculine
(a poem less masculine)
I'm less masculine'cause I like pink
and don't seem to sink
To the sorcery of masculine maniacs
I'm less masculine
'cause when my heart broke
I cry out loud in panic
To nurse the sick of my heart
I'm less masculine
'cause I can't sit with the croud
Discussing d**k sizes
Screening the dressed women's genitals
I'm less masculine
'cause my voice isn't bold
To chant the chart of curses
Aimed to demean a gender or genetalia
I'm less masculine
'cause I hate growing beard
and go on curve and tip the moustache
as I could mortagage them for money
I'm less masculine
'cause I don't flirt
Folding shirt to expose muscles
Loosen buttons to uncover chest hair
I'm less masculine
'cause my masculinity is involuntary
and doesn't care for pink, dcik, fcuk
I'm less masculine
'cause man in me isn't manouvered
by Lallu's lust, Dadas dust
I'm less masculine
'cause my masculinity is in my senses
Not seeded from the societal strange odds
I'm less masculine
'cause my masculinity lies in my soul
Not in my muscles, bicpes and sperm counts
I'm less masculine
'cause I became a Feminist
- Pity Parker.J
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