Men like him are experts at making boys like me.
The invisible ones. The ones who believe they are ugly, because their fathers didn't love them enough.
He said my name and I had never heard my name dance off a man's lips like that before.
Give little attention, give attention to someone who's never had any, and they'll be slipping and falling all over the place. Unable to contain the joy of being wanted.
The relief of being discovered, He groomed me into thinking that I couldn't survive without him.
This Is how men like him trap boys like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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