like my dad, growing up, with all his bros

like my dad, growing up, with all this bros                                                                                                   then my brother and i, i just think about the jokes                                                                                     the hardness, the always giving each other hard times                                                                        my crass ass mouth, there’s never been a man i couldn’t silence

with some sharp filth

i mean cut um empty.  haha that’s how i was, who i was with

how we come who we become.  shit cracks me up my sense of humor is s i c k

but this is what i am thinking of, when i try to get close                                                              to male

& i try to let you in

& this is me, not some hatred of men silence is violence shit i’m trying to empty out again after 41 yrs you gotta be kidding me eclipse lunar level bullshit                                                   the promise is how you be i wanna tell him

show me

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