If I asked you to save me
would you think of as a lesser man?
If you saw me cry
would you dare to look me in the eye?
Not out of pity but love
If I succumb to the rage
cause myself pain
would you hold me?
A man is a man
Unspoken troubles edge the male fantasy
of Greek strength
The lion rages never sharing weakness
How should he?
Throwing every “feminine” trait out
of our hearts
Locking it away
We start to rot spiritually from the inside
doubles the pain we hide
as we distract ever curious eyes
I know words, but I write emotions
I know competition and aggression
Like everything else there is a time and place
Manhood isn’t proven by raging face to face
A true man iswhatever he defines himself to be
Sexism taunts us from the other side
raised to lie, raised to hide
We are taught cowardice
contrary to popular belief
emmotional men are not weak
stronger than the false alpha
always charging like the lazy lion