”Be a man,” they kept telling me.
Be a man.
What does that even mean, I wonder?
Does it mean I have to be hard?
That I have to act like I’m something I’m not.
Is that what it means?
If so, then I don’t want to be a man.
I want to be the person I am.
Not someone I’m not.
I want to be kind.
Not hard and strong.
That’s not me.
That will never be me.
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Categories: flash fiction