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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Men Are Also Sexually Harassed & The Bluest Eye

Men Are Also Sexually Harassed

Women think
Because I’m a man
I don’t know
What it’s like
To be harassed
I worked at 
A gay bar
For five years
I’ve been
Groped and rubbed
By men and women
One drunk idiot
He walked up to me
And said
“I just want to fuck you so bad”
I ignored him
He cried
All my time there
The only people
Attracted to me
Were either drunk
Or on cocaine
I still feel
Like unwanted
Garbage

The Bluest Eye

I’m not handsome
My body is furry
I’m not what they call
“Man Pretty”
I don’t have abs
But I don’t have
The “Dad Bod”
I don’t have money
Or a nice car
My eyes are 
The color of shit
My glasses make them
Look too large
My hair is thinning
And already turning gray
People like my beard
But that’s all
Maybe they’d think
I was attractive
If my eyes
Were blue

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: To Be Alone & When Does the Book Burning Start?

To Be Alone

Where do you go,
When you want to
Hide from the world,
And be alone?
How can you escape,
But not run away?
How do you live the dream?
Surrounded by nightmares?
Where do you go,
To be alone?

When Does the Book Burning Start?

Vulnerable
Are we the people
In this democracy
Diversity
Means nothing
To those in power
Entitlement
Is reserved for the elite
Unauthorized for the poor
Transgender
Defies society
And confuses the entitled
Fetus
Is neither live nor dead
Or doesn’t exist
Evidence-based
Has no place in the Union
Or the new world order
Science-based
Would prove the elite wrong
And destroy the fake news
Tyrant
Is a man who denies freedom
To those he claims to govern
Indifferent
Are those who let this happen
When does the book burning start?

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Double Standards & No More

Double Standards

I stopped making sexual jokes
Long ago to avoid other’s anger,
And to act more appropriate.
No one gets upset
When women make sexual jokes.
If I say anything about them
Being inappropriate,
They call me a prude.
It’s best if I never say anything.

No More

We have a disease
In our world – 
An epidemic,
A crisis,
A virus
That needs to be
Removed

What is it?

Men – 
Specifically
The vulgar men
The selfish men
The insecure men
The predator men
And the behavior
They encourage

It takes a
Village
We all
Must work
To teach
Our youth
To avoid
This behavior

No more – 
Creepy stares
Crude comments
No more – 
Groping or touching
Without consent
Without permission
No more – 

Respect – 
Consent – 
It’s okay to say
No – 
We must teach
Our youth
Stop – 

Kill the disease

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.