Am I Man Enough Yet

​I tested my limits and got shut down, I try my hardest by you kick while I'm down. Is it that I'm not blonde, or strong, or tall? Or does it have to do with my strength at all? If I stand firm, I cannot be moved, but you build around me, I'm inconvenient to you. I'm sorry to bother you in your office so high, sorry to stop your game while people out there die. While blood fills the streets, we cover our loved ones, with sheets, but I'm sorry to smudge your glass, your glass, so clear one might think you could see past your high and mighty tower there are people that cannot be, worlds you cannot see, and lives more important than the breath in my lungs, For these people my heart runs, for these people I'm willing to come undone. Why do you not run to help when you hear their cry why do you think you are so immune that one day you won't die that when the war gets to you, that you'll never be on the ground in need, hoping and praying  to a God you might not know, that someone is taking a journey 60 floors up to beg on your behalf? Why do you think you're no worse than the people causing the draft? The people sending young men into a battle they should never have fought, and teaching these children things that should never have been taught. But no, it's fine, I wouldn't want to interrupt your game.

(published 2017)