Half Boys

I hate half boys

Half boys who wear fake pearls

With hearty laughs

Cryptic comments, capitalistic comedown

Half boys who wear vintage hats

Making patronizing cuts

Cauterized by poetic smut

Tasting my tongue like it’s theirs to dissect, disinfect

Half boys who half try to touch my soul

I’d love to watch that half boy cry

Slap him back with his own crappy craft

catered to college Cali girls

Craving their bodies

Comatose

Wanting to speak works to wounded girls

He thinks he can cry like me

He can’t cry like me

A bonafide woman pleaser

In the eyes of women never pleased

Half men don’t know half of what it means to be a half a man