Dear, My Baby Boys

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I see
Dark shades
Gel jars
And weights
Why must we create
A boy that dictates
But is to afraid
To say
"I care"
"I'm hurt"
Your tears are not
Weakness seeping from your eyes
You have emotions
Let them be seen
Or remain still
With the rock on your chest
Crushing your breath
With society's band
Bound around your neck

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