Hands,sanitised of your touch
Body,exhausted from your clutch
Mind,ridden of so much
Self,mobilised with a crutch
Identity,painted by your voice
Dreams,there without a choice
Hobbies,aligned and with poise
Life,hidden by the noise
If this is what means to be boys
I will always need some hoist
Because when a woman is truly loved
A man will rise for all and above