A poetry collection describing an unpopular truth.
'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.
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Nine years old, Looking in the mirror, Counting hair strands, nothing. Looking forward to the day, You'd have that feature that elevates your masculinity. A thick facial bush, The visual assertion, The last phase, before entering into full manhood. At Age Nine, It is all you dreamed of.
Sweet Sixteen came, Nothing on your chin, It remained smooth as glass. Self ridicule creeped in, Invalidating all that wisdom in your teenage instinct. Senior year high school, Too wise for that age, Everyone knew it, Everyone believed it, But the beards to prove it, was missing.
Twenty and the mustache appeared, The hair follicles around your jaw are popping, Nonstop your fingers pulling those little strands, You have arrived, To the first stage of adulting, You dreamed of this since you were Nine.
But why is there no smile on that hairy? This is all you wanted, Facial hairs to compliment, Your poise and talent.
Why the emptiness? You are twenty, You have beards now. You have passed through the adulting rite of passage, But in the process you have misplaced, What you obliviously once had, Childlike Innocence.
"Perhaps if I cut my beards, I'd feel Like a kid again" This you often contemplate, Whenever you feel stuck in a wrong body, Whenever people assume too highly of you, Based your speech, your height, and bulky frame.
You wish they could see the kid within, You wish the kid within wasn't in such a hurry, But if it's any consolation, To the boy who thought this unattainable, The man has beards now.
