To the Boys
I've known thirty-year-old boys
and seventeen-year-old men
because being a man
has less to do with how many years
you've spent shaving your neck
than how you treat those who look at you
like you put the stars in the sky
how you protect the broken
and how you decide who to respect.
Because if you treat them like the dirt under your feet,
talk to and about them
like they're slabs of meat to be bought,
you're a boy.
Be a man
This poem is about:
Our world