Do not cover my mouth.
I do not need a muzzle.
I am not a pup on the leash that is your absent masculinity.
Maybe you are the mutt?
Dry humping me against the wall of your apartment, hoping to assert yourself as some kind of alfa male…
taking away my voice, pulling back my head, fingers on my throat.
Do not muzzle me.
Take your fingers from my mouth before I bite.
I am not afraid to taste blood for I know you are all bark.
Are you afraid old man?
Are you afraid of the weapons that are my words?
Are you afraid of my youth?
Are you afraid that I know exactly who I am?