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Masculinity Is The Same Thing That Hurt Me And That Will Protect Me

masculinity is the same thing that hurt me and that will protect me

it splintered off bone and it’s what will piece me back together

it’s what tattered my envelope and what will hide me in the rain

because the wrong men hurt me, the wrong men cut me

but the right men heal me, the right men love me

the right men shelter me

like i never could

and i am safe

in their arms

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