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Tell Me Does it hurt now For you to see me shine In the same light To which you turned your blind eye? I hope you don’t mind Spilling the beans in retrospect To your disrespect I once forced myself to accept A dialect of resentment I’ll never forget It used to leave me triggered Flinch whenever someone pointed a finger At me in the form of “I love you” Wounds turned into scars Which turned into armor Hardened around my heart Finally cracked open and shed the skin Of my former pain Two dewy painted wings emerged Like stunning glass stained In the very blood drawn from those muddled reflections  Back then You were so comfortable in your projections  As I received them Willingly without grounded stance, nor protection I believed the words you said Claimed them as my own self definition Now I am proud to say I’ve outgrown this limited diction Friction truly proven menial to my flames Repeat the same phrases, No longer received the same I cannot recognize your abuse when addressed ...

Carries worlds upon his shoulders In complete silence Never winces From pain he’s harbored Since boyhood Carved from salt and wormwood Always so strong All ways accepting Defensive or protecting? Never allowed to be wrong Lest he is judged as forlorn Man Two eyes blinded in pride Never seen with tears fallen They have seen too much To let fear follow him into night, Shaded in shame whenever his heart is touched In any way that does not render him Masculine Finds himself masked within At times hiding from his own reflection Man You are your Father’s son And His alone Never lonely in your path to One Whole on your own Wounded though Never broken Finding peace within the blackness of blues Thoughts unspoken Solely read within His Word Vibrance in the way you dance to mystic tunes Guidance to those flocking to the shepherd Man May you find solace here Lay your soul to rest here in me Allow the tears to flow flawlessly Shamelessly Woman would not be Without -Man inside her Creator of Man Co...