It was years ago
That I lost my name.
Caught in the midst of mad, young lust
A mere child, a weakling
Their little brother.
The garage door which slammed before me
Along with all the roads my young, male body would have taken.
The humiliation of rape on a frail, young body.
'Woman, you and me are one.' speaks a crushed boy mind
Fear, blood, gasps for a little air
Penetrating erections of sharp, male lusts.
I want air, clean, clean,clean...
Woman, I clutch you, I cling to you, then gasp,puke,
Vomit, vomit, vomit...
Then I leave you
For another clutching, another clinging,
another gasping, another puking.
'Woman.' I cry.'I don't want to be you.'
Yes, now i have a name,
A neat name.
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