What am I? A body with metaphorical organs? With twinkling eyes, Blossom lips, The perfect nose, And a talent of telling sweet lies? No. I am so much more than that, I feel like a place, You would love to stay, I am cozy, Just like a soft pillow, I feel homely. That’s because….. I am home. I am a home, You said you’d visit,… Read more Continue reading I am a Home.

He grows into a boy of 12, You slap him, As he cried, Just because he cried. “Boys don’t cry!” you yell at him, Which he heeds and understands, He grows up to become a man, Well settled with a job, Has bought his dream home, Married the girl he loved And has kids of his own. But because you filled the boy, With the… Read more Continue reading What we should really teach boys.