Attend Me, Hold Me In Your Muscular

… Our Sons Must Become Men – Such Men As We Hope Our Daughters, Born And Unborn, Will Be Pleased To Live Among. Our Sons Will Not Grow Into Women. Their Way Is More Difficult Than That Of Our Daughters, For They Must Move Away From Us, Without Us. Hopefully Ours Have What They Have Learned From Us, And A Howness To Forge Into Their Own Image.

For We Have Been Socialized To Respect Fear More Than Our Own Needs For Language And Definition, And While We Wait In Silence For That Final Luxury Of Fearlessness, The Weight Of That Silence Will Choke Us.

We Must Wake Up Knowing We Have Work To Do And Go To Bed Knowing We've Done It.

We Have Too Often Been Expected To Speak All Things To All People And Speak Everyone Else's Position But Our Own.

Say What You Have To Say Now! Don't Wait Until You're Sending Blips From The Other Side.