This one is sloppy and seems unfinished, originally I had intended it to be a spoken word poem which accounts for the awkward metering, but as I sat on it I grew impatient and decided to put it here. It isn’t a traditional poem from me, but the message it sends is something I hold dear to myself. Something that I think many people, especially men in my generation, need to fight against.
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