I used to look just like you: Smoking cigarette after cigarette In the smokepit at work Sitting, sometimes, On the nasty rickety old bench That nobody ever cleaned With all my friends around me, guy friends Colleagues Talking shit about women Telling lies about what we’d do if we were in fucking charge Letting loose the odd homophobic comment or Having a laugh at the expense of trans people because We could, and those people weren’t people, anyway- At least they weren’t men like us Huddled around the reeking silver butt can Glancing over our shoulders, hoping the boss wasn’t around Nursing our hangovers And laughing off our task list, or whatever Because we were men, God damn it. I used to look just like you: Those hateful, ignorant, ubiquitous comments About anyone group of people that wasn’t us Got under my skin and stung me a little. Over time they stung a lot. Like cigarette burns Or dry puking after a bender Or cutting myself and hiding/promoting the scars Or when you punched me in the ribs Because that’s what men do, God damn it And if you can’t take it then you will fold up and die when the shit hits the fan. What about you? Where will you be when the shit hits the fan? The stinger? The stung? The razor? The boss? The thing you fear the most? The tranny? The fag? The bitch? I used to look just like you: We share a skin, for better or worse; we ball up our fists and we can unball them Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related