Teen Boys

Teen boys you don’t know the damage you do
When you take girls
And pretend they are not people
Treat them as your consoles
Briefly entertaining and disposable.
Boys you don’t know the injuries you leave behind
In the developing minds of not-yet-women
Waiting for real love.
Boys you don’t know the damage you do
When you fill your eye with those images.
 You don’t know the wreckage you’ll leave
In a heart which was made to uphold women
Now trained to few them only as fodder
For soulless fantasies.
Boys you don’t know the damage you do
When you pretend to be something other.
Bowing to the opinions of fellow young fools
To fit in.
You’ll lose who you are
It’ll be lost in a mass of mistruths and feigned masculinity.
And if you are not careful
You’ll never get the real ‘you’ back.
Boys you don’t know the damage you do.
To yourselves.