I told him
Sometimes, I am so, so lonely here
Waited for his warm reassurance
But instead he just plainly said,
Get used to it
You were never meant to follow
And I knew then
He was right
And I
was free
I told him
Sometimes, I am so, so lonely here
Waited for his warm reassurance
But instead he just plainly said,
Get used to it
You were never meant to follow
And I knew then
He was right
And I
was free
I saw a bad movie last night
With a good line —
“You embrace the suck and you move the fuck on”
So today I March
I wake
I ride
I take
I move into the deep flux of my life and say
YES
Okay
Why Not
Today? Tonight? Done. There.
What have I been doing all these years but
Hiding myself within myself
Tricked into the trap of staying there
I have begged my Captor to let me free
But my Captor was me
and I was not listening
Desperate I whispered let me be uncomfortable
I can take it
But he didn’t believe me
And really, how could he?
I was fucking whis-per-ing
It was all I could muster then
But somehow, I dragged my heavy feet through the mud
These last three days
Or 38 years
And I made it to the other side, wiping off the dried fragments of dirt and blood
Throwing those old boots aside
My bare, raw feet stepping down onto the hot coals in front of me
I don’t run or walk or hide
I just set my gaze to the now
And I March
I’m so sick of all the empty talk
You boys forgot how to walk the walk
Where did all the cowboys go
What is all this timidity
All this yes-I-do-but-no-not-really
You reach out but you don’t mean it
and I am so tired of you not meaning it
I don’t want some half-assed fantasy
I don’t want you wanting the idea of me
You ask me out but you don’t follow through
Didn’t you get taught that’s what real men do?
Someone let you down big time, boy
Society or family or hey — blame women wanting equality
I don’t know what the fuck happened
But manhood is lost
Wounded to the point of impotence
And I can’t take more impotence
I’ve got my own to deal with
I want a man who is a man
Who has not lost touch with what makes him that
All these fucking disappearing acts
I don’t believe in any of you anymore
I don’t think you believe in yourselves either
But I can’t fucking do it for you
I can’t do it for you
You have to do it for yourself
And don’t you dare fucking call me until you do