Man Wearing Heels

Randolf Wassig

Everybody eyes is on me,

Everytime I walk in streets,
I see people with their judging eyes
I am just like nodody but different
A man wearing heels is me

Being a man it is not about,

how dominating you are,
Being homophobic and degrading women
is not manhood,
It is a sign of your toxic masculinity

How many standard do I break,

Threaten, I don’t contribute to that
It is your fault to set standard to high,
I am here enjoying breaking boundaries
and threaten the standard so high

we created difference,
it is your fault to see situations,
that is normal but for you it is not.
History says it,we are the first to wear it
So grow up like a man

I don’t care if you develop anxiety,

I do not care even you die from depression
It is just me a man wearing dress,
To feel you threaten, with a man wearing heels
I am not sorry for that.
 You are always be
Randolf Wassig

We all have the same story liking a person and being dump, but not for me because I am
homosexual. I do like a person in school, wearing black bag every time, tall, neatly cut hair,
smells good, but straight. One day I have the urge to tell him that I have crush on him, but the
problem here the girl beside me is his girlfriend. I gather all my strength to tell that I like him,
right now standing in front of me but he says, “Sorry, I do not like you because you are a man”. I
am hurt after saying that, questioning how my parents made me something similar to my Father
but not my Mom. I decided to keep my feelings inside me, and rotten, until I met another guy. A
handsome sporty man, always on the way of accident. With me being, a gay decided to join the
first aid team, to be always beside him. When the competition done and nothing accident happen,
I swear, I do not have done that fighting for a higher position to aid him. I would just curse
myself busy reading a wattpad book. However, at the end of the game the Team Leader says one
of the member needs a drink and told me I should take care of that. I keep to myself, “I trained
for months to aid not to carry a bottle of beverage”. I do not have a choice to get to the clinic,
knock at the door, and go straight to the refrigerator and get a bottled of water in dawn. I
immediately run to give him because I do need to get home afterwards. My bad luck struck
today, he is nowhere to find and immediately get back and told the nurse I should get home but
rather she told me that someone is looking for me with the bottled water at the back of the clinic.
I went scarily because it is dark and only a dim of light, lighted my way. I immediately found
him and gave the water and left. Unexpectedly, he grabs my wrist, and disheveled my hair, and
told me,” the one you are worrying about isn’t my girlfriend but my cousin”. I was confused at
the time and added the phrase, “I like you”, and left. I came back home completely blushing like
a red tomato and decided. “I have your answer now, this is no thrill when you liked me back”,
said to myself. I decided to ignore him and be a ghost, spooky.