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I always knew that something was odd,
something different about my rod.
I always suspected that it wasn't all right,
I pondered this feeling day and night.
At 11 years old, I first saw the net,
I wasn't prepared for the knowledge I'd get.
Years of denial wrenched in my gut,
I had inner skin and thought "I'm not cut!"
Then I saw all the glory that there was
in an intact dick and all just because
my best friend's parents knew better than mine
that skin on his dick was good and just fine.
It didn't set in right off the bat,
so I had less skin, I was okay with that.
He had phimosis, a problem I'd never know,
I never saw his glans, he couldn't let it show.
I turned to the net to learn more about skin,
Then I learned the truth, and it really sunk in.
Depression and rage, turmoil so fierce,
logic and reason this hate would pierce.
Years I lost to unbridled emotion,
suicide attempts caused such commotion.
An unstable mind was tilted too far,
a deep wound, if healed, would disfigure and scar.
Escapes didn't last, laments no avail,
"The hurt, the pain!" I'd moan and I'd wail.
In the depths of my pain, in utter despair,
I tried something new, I turned to prayer.
I prayed fervently for healing, I hoped,
I sought, I searched, I grasped, I groped,
I searched not in vain, as I clearly remember,
when I learned that I could restore my member.
I began to heal when I began to restore,
I began to forgive, I began to feel more.
Pain dispersed, as it could not enmesh
my soul with such hope as I stretched my flesh.
Someday I'll be whole, I'll feel so complete,
I'll cherish the skin stretched over my meat.
The uncut don't have something that I do,
a soul that forgives, a heart that's true,
and the ability to know with real empathy
the pain of the ones who were cut like me.
So I try to bring hope to those in that pain,
To restore themselves, to move beyond disdain
for their loved ones that damaged so ignorantly,
so they can restore good relations with their family.
When we share our pain with good intention
it will go a long way toward the prevention
of cutting more boys, to spare them the loss,
of what we restore and the effort it costs.
Everyone struggles with their own demons,
everyone hurts for their own set of reasons,
but if we rise above this common enemy,
We can spread hope and end the enmity
between cutter and cut, between child and parent,
Restore close relations to honest and transparent.
So I pray you that you find this kind of healing,
restoration of soul with resentment repealing.
As a member of this forum*, as an intactivist,
I'm here to help you if you are still pissed.
Send me a message, on board or IM,
Be it thought out or on a whim.
I'm here for support, to receive and to give,
I'm here to help that we all may live
without further grief, without need to mourn,
to grow as much or more skin than with which we were born,
So let us all restore our genital glory,
and thank you for reading the poem of my circ story. |
