Let Me Tell You What I’m Not

I wasn’t a fully formed human

when I last spoke your name.

I was half the size

of the words you used

to berate me.

The slings and arrows

had Shakespearian perfection.

I just wished

we could have danced

in silence a bit longer.

The air was not full

of misunderstanding.

We could breathe

in a way that didn’t hurt.

I’ve grown some.

Being a man

has no real meaning to me. But

I have grown.

I know

now

that I am not those flaws

in your lenses.

You are not those monsters

that I fed.

We are just people.

Broken, stupid,

beautiful, intelligent

people.

We seek unicorns

but can only find horses.