Once A Boy: The Dance (A Poem)

The buzzing bees enter the room with trendy wings,  
hormones are the honey.

Teenagers, victims of the stereotype:
erupting faces,
spinning compasses.
Boys: what do I do with this thing?
Girls: what does he do with that thing? 

They stand in small groups of unpleasant warmth 
penguins  rotating for inner safety.

Children, seeking the who, what, when, where.
Taking a chance,
or holding up the wall.
Boys: take a leap!
Girls: not so fast. 

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