How many times did you hear, “That didn’t hurt,”
“Don’t cry like a little bitch,” or “Nobody cares
About your moaning.”? Enough to rub some dirt
On it, get up and keep limping? There are prayers
In the Bible that are mostly weeping–
The kind of howling that would confine most boys
To the permanent penalty box. No one’s keeping
Little pussies on their team–all that noise
And snot. So when that shit starts to surface, shove
It hard, and crush it down like a car compactor.
You won’t be able to hear the roar for love.
You’ll strut and fret, a you-obsessed bad actor.
The first smoldering shut-up detonated the lies
That piled like concrete rubble on stifled cries.