A Man
A man is first born into this world
A small babe, a bundle all curled;
He lays there so gentle and sweet
Nothing to defend himself, no nails, no teeth:
A blank slate waiting to learn and absorb
They pick up on everything, like a glutton they gorge;
So who taught them to be so violent and bold
We watch as, boys will be boys the old adage is told:
A man is told he’s suppose to fight for his belief
So he’ll fight his best friends over a disagreement, no matter how brief;
But if that same man is also soft, caring, and sweet
He’s called a *****, a girl, proclaiming he’s weak:
Who came up with this definition of a man
Because I can’t follow this creed, it’s not who I am;
I cry at the movies, and get chills from a song
Having feelings and emotions, who’s to say this is wrong:
So I’m here for all the men, afraid to find their own voice
The wars we wage, and women we ****, it isn’t a right it’s a choice;
We all have a moral compass that should be followed
And never believe (their) lies, so easily swallowed:
A man is he, and he is I
We are all multifaceted, like the sides of a die;
A wise man once sung, he lived for the sake of others, so they could do the same
So I write this poem for him, myself, and you with no shame: