Let Me Tell You What I'm Not

I wasn’t a fully formed human
when I last spoke your name.
I was half the size
of the words you used
to berate me.
The slings and arrows
had Shakespearian perfection.
I just wished
we could have danced
in silence a bit longer.
The air was not full
of misunderstanding.
We could breathe
in a way that didn’t hurt.
 
I’ve grown some.
 
Being a man
has no real meaning to me.  But
I have grown.
I know
now
that I am not those flaws
in your lenses.
You are not those monsters
that I fed.
We are just people.
Broken, stupid,
beautiful, intelligent
people.
We seek unicorns
but can only find horses.