Men

MEN:

A poem about the gender that

will always be held 

in the image of Manliness

(whatever it is that that entitles)

A man doesn't have to be

cute and cuddly

soft and snuggly

prim or proper

sparkling and spotless.

A man is dirty

pain is loved

and love is dirty.

Man doesn't cry

He doesn't smile,

He has to be a manly mass

Of pure lean muscle.

What if...

He does his hair,

And cuts his nails,

Throws on a suit

Wears a tie one day.

Man cried one day,

He blogged about it.

Now he's a girl? 

So he shuts up

All his feeling

Cramped up inside.

His feelings falling,

Holding the standard of man

Hushed and crushed aside.

No one seems to realize

he has a soft side.

Man can be kind to others,

He can dress up all fancy,

He can smell something nice.

Man's image

Always forced upon him

Is being pushed off his shoulders.

This time man is

Who he wants to be.

Man is Me.

And I am the manliest man

there will ever be.

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