Call me a man,
I don’t know if I would agree,
Not because I doubt myself but
From the things you say about men it seems
I don’t reflect that light so well,
From the words you said,
Cursing the ones you hate,
Generalizing us all for your bitter pleasure,
But though I say us, simultaneously I must
Say that I may differ from the others,
I know of my feelings,
Enough to give you descriptive responses,
Answering all of the questions you asked,
I think of women no less than I,
Agree they may do as they like,
I don’t stare, nor make inappropriate advances,
Nor get upset from a young lady’s rejection,
Never took pride in the gift of another woman’s body,
And I feel we’re all submissive to this world.
I won’t be a man till I correct these right?
Being a child isn’t so bad after all.