Dementia

I am a male
An adult human male
But maybe I am not yet a man
Maybe I never want to be one
Cos what society calls “manly” these days, I only see as beast-like
I am an adult human male
I woke up today older than a boy
But I somehow have never grown out of being one
I somehow still adore women
I never want to leave that phase
Being a man has never been enticing enough
I never looked up to want to be able to hurt a woman
My heart is the same size as my fist
But my fist has less muscle
It could never punch an XX carrier
I wear my heart on my sleeves
And I’m not sorry I say sorry a lot
I don’t apologise I adore the softness of her skin
I never want to be grown enough to not open the door for her
To not be sad when I see tears in her eyes
I am 5ft8in on a good day
I’m beardless
Maybe I have too much estrogen coursing through the garage of my genitals
Maybe I might turn out to be a disappointment to men
I’m sorry I never thought raping or molesting a weaker vessel made me look better
I’m sorry I don’t think a woman unclad must want to have sex
I’m sorry I don’t hate her makeup
Call me a pussy
That’s from whence I came
I’m not afraid to stay there
I am a male
An adult human male
But maybe I am not yet a man
Maybe I never want to be one

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