He sits, alone, alone, alone,
afraid and angry, lashing out in pain.
(But no one gives a shit about him.)
Who will sing for him?
He’s ugly, gangly, short, or fat
or anxious, cold, resentful, bitter –
what a man’s afraid to be
and what a woman cannot stand to see.
In short, unfuckable.
So who will sing for him?
Will anybody ever touch him?
Gently hold his hand and kiss him sweetly,
run their fingers through his hair?
Or gaze at him with longing,
tell him that he’s beautiful?
(Could he be beautiful? Or only
All his million secret yearnings –
who will sing for him?
Will someone write his song in fire?
Could they understand?
That underneath the spit and ire
lies a broken man?
I sing for him.
2 thoughts on “Who will sing for him?”
other straight men can both sing with him and warn straight women about his behavior