It is the price of machismo
We’re supposed to let our grief go
Don’t let the tears show
Or let others know
Of the scars just beneath
Your skin

I say ****’em
And all of their expectations
Masculinity does not
Define my behavior
Sorrow still stings
Surpassing all things
Makes us human beings
Not stiff constipated
Empty shells that serve
Modern kings

I lay weeping
Still keeping
That which is still beating
Strong
Feeling for me
And Others I see
Even some I will never see
Even the lost wrongs of history
Cause I believe
To lose that
Would make me less me