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The boy dreamt of his father, Between boys and men such impossible expectations, joyful boys with rumpled hair crying for attention Heart bursting to be             the little man. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Men slipping away their emotional core, resisting temptation to display the love they have for their boys. Holding fast to important things, to work and career, making money and cutting the grass. Taking care                        of things, like a man. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Such distance between boys and men, flowers grow faster than emotions. Expectations and demands, alliances and situations to be addressed. Locker room jokes, tenderly pretending feelings are for 'sissies'. Rugged role playing, modelling behaviour of the        tipped arrow of society. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Things have changed, they will tell you. Men can feel now. But we men, we know the truth. The stereotype is       still pervasive and controlling. A man must be strong. A man must be brave. A man must not love unless                     he is getting laid. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' 'Daddy, were you ever scared and alone like me? '
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
Boys And Men
The boy dreamt of his father, Between boys and men such impossible expectations, joyful boys with rumpled hair crying for attention Heart bursting to be             the little man. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Men slipping away their emotional core, resisting temptation to display the love they have for their boys. Holding fast to important things, to work and career, making money and cutting the grass. Taking care                        of things, like a man. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Such distance between boys and men, flowers grow faster than emotions. Expectations and demands, alliances and situations to be addressed. Locker room jokes, tenderly pretending feelings are for 'sissies'. Rugged role playing, modelling behaviour of the        tipped arrow of society. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' Things have changed, they will tell you. Men can feel now. But we men, we know the truth. The stereotype is       still pervasive and controlling. A man must be strong. A man must be brave. A man must not love unless                     he is getting laid. 'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' 'Daddy, were you ever scared and alone like me? '
ChrisGVaillancourt
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
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