My masculinity needs to be measured by the grass stains on my white t-shirt and my ability to flirt through phone numbers like checking the items off my "to do" list.
Because of society I want to be a real boy
My ability to love needs to be measured by how often love comes and goes Through the night at a price And how often I can sneak back into to bed beside her And she not even know.
Because of Society I can't be a real boy
Another poem on being gay in a mostly straight world