I am trying to live like a man. A gentle Man.
The voice, The walk, the Love.
The society said so how a man lives.

When they walk You can smell the brave odor
The chin, The dress, The smell, and that shoulder.
I always try to live like this.

But can I ? is the question?
Sober nights get me depression.
Pill after pill, am I alive?

They treat me like a monster
And don't want me to ****.
Mothers praying all night that I shouldn't live

I don't care what they like
I live for me.
The starving wolf shall never retreat.