Lengthen, pull, pull
Wrap around it
And tie it off
Gather reason, grasp
Tug, tug, tug
When I first saw one uncircumcised
I cried
At its beauty
Its perfect Godly form
Shame came over
Or maybe a repressed
Screaming memory
Nothing is equal
And all men measure
Themselves against another
Every inch counts
For a while
The acceptance is not easy
What you did not choose
For yourself
Is hardest to grasp
Need I explain?
