Maybe I’m Not A Boy

Posted: January 12, 2015 in #justlove, Poetry
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for I would rather
Ink be on my hands
Than blood and
I’ve cried enough tears
To rescue a land from drought and … now
I’ve reached the point in my life
Where I only want to have fun
So yes, maybe I’m not a boy
And maybe I never was

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Comments
  1. yeah, you’re not a boy at all πŸ˜‰

  2. This is fantastic. I love it! πŸ™‚

  3. Lisa says:

    Yaaaaaaay!

  4. cmrsyk1985 says:

    Love it, Ben! I’m not sure why, but I love that you started the stanza with a lowercase letter…

  5. cmrsyk1985 says:

    I see poems that go either way, or both, so whatever floats your boat…

  6. I’m the only one who doesn’t get it, I think. I tried, but then decided to sing the song instead.

  7. Au contraire. Ink, blood, and tears make the man.

  8. mspahr says:

    Femininity is like an awakening. You’re brave for posting something like this even if the message is more…political? Once again inspiring, in so many ways.

  9. You’re not any defined category. Just a creative type. We are everything and nothing. It’s a full time job but somebody has to do it.

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