Females and males and I’m thinking of women and I’m a man. Am I man, am I male as a woman is female? Women’s bodies, emotions in drawers; down from the leg up to the breast; heads ain’t more than a black shape. Am I way to narrow-minded?

 

No, it’s not me who’s unable to think out of the box. It’s the narrow-minded male in me. Who am I if I’m not male? Aint’t man more than a face, a mask?

 

Questions,
questions burn deep into my brain. Questions lose themselves in millenia of answers.