Mutilated Sweetness pulls the cord.
Smile as the death-edge of
Masculine
And
Feminine
Tetter in wake.
He tosses his long hair
His defiance.
The black eyeliner reflects the disgust
What he ignores in the eyes of the sheep.
He's aware of "Girlie" shadow.
The voice in the back of his head
Telling him that those people starting
Might see a girl
And not a
Boy, don't get caught dressed like that.
Lest they bring the dogs out.
The say, kiss the girls, not the
Boy's tear is wiped away
A lover tears the shadows loose.
He leans his lips to him.
"Do not waste your sexless tears
On their hate.
They have no right to tell the world
What is a girl, or what is a boy."
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Submission Name: Sexless Tears (original version)
