I am man.

Raised by societies objectifications I am but a man,

Yet because of this expectation much I must “withstand”.


A strong independent male should not be soft or delicate,

His emotional heart should remain silent, celibate.


We hold our loved ones dear in our arms,

Protect them from lifes’ dangers and its’ harm. 


But who holds me?


Why do I lay broken like an unloved cub,

Where is my protector? Where is my hug?


I am a man who will brave my heart for all around,

Yet the resting place for my mind is yet to be found.


I am a man strong and tough,

I am a man that needs your love.


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