Are You A Real Man?
A man rarely has someone to hold him as he cries. He’s expected to hold it in himself.
As he crumples to the ground in sorrow, he can’t be a man.
He can’t pull the blankets tight against his caving chest as he sobs, and bury his wet cheeks in the pillow and expect to be respected.
Men cannot beg and plead or seek mercy and be reduced to transparent emotions and maintain masculinity.
Men aren’t able to be vulnerable and hurt and abused by women. It’s not manly.
I am strong. But not strong enough to be this thing you call man.