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I wanted to be like men wanted me to be:I Wanted To Be Like Men Wanted Me To Be
I wanted to be like men wanted me to be: an attempt at life; a game of hide and seek with my being. But I was made of nows, and my feet level on the promissory earth would not accept walking backwards and went forward, mocking the ashes to reach the kiss of new paths.
At each advancing step on my route forward my back was ripped by the desperate flapping wings of the old guard.
I wanted to be like men wanted me to be: I tried to live my life; it felt like a game of hide and seek with my true self. But I was made of moments, and my feet firmly on the promised earth would not allow me to walk backwards and moved ahead, mocking the remnants to reach the embrace of new paths.
With every step I took forward my back was torn by the frantic flapping wings of the old guard.