Shame befall a man
Whose eyes do no tear
Whose lips do not utter
A word of comfort
For his fellow brother
What use is such manliness?
What end does this bravado meet?
When at the end of the day
By swallowing his tears
He allows his life to be consumed by grief?
Away with manliness, then
That shallow, heartless monster
That one-eyed, judge of men
Who cannot look beyond the tears
To the heart that lies within
The heart that is brave
The heart that has the courage
To stand in his court and say
I will cry for I have been hurt
You may do unto me what you may!