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BECAUSE BOYS ARE NOT FLOWERS
Because boys are not born of seeds or suckers I hide the garden in my mouth for I shouldn't culture emotions. Because a boy's eyes must wear fire & not water I string my lashes with beads of coal & clothe my pupil with Sulphur. Because a boy's dreams are fleeing horses I saddle my feet to the soils of my hometown to resist the hungry urge for futility. Because boys are not flowers I expect no nurturing shears & craft a knife to trim every thorn but every thorn is my body. I have no petals but my body is painted with the blood of punctured dreams.