I am the son my
father made
after breaking canes
through me, the girl
my mother wanted me to
stay, bartering
hunger for a little
more time. A man I thought
I was, rising up to a punch
in the face
because there is no pain, only
a woman, so I will ask for another
a woman, so I will ask for another
blow and then launch my
own
because we are all
equal.
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