I Was a Boy. Until I Saw That Toilet.

I used to be fearless.
Public toilets? Easy.
Gas station stall? I called it home.
But then came the Day of the Wall Shart.
He didn’t aim.
He splattered.
Like a Jackson Pollock painting made of regret.
That day, I realized…

“I’m not a man.
Not yet.
Not until I can defy gravity and hit drywall.”