A blue clad man stands,
supposedly
strong and proudly,
but underneath
the macho bleeds,
and he feels
that he is too weak,
so internally
he speaks.

Shame on him
for not always smiling,
for occasionally faltering,
and unknowingly exposing
any real emotions.

Shame on him
for not pushing
to complete exhaustion
to reach imagined
standards of perfection.

Shame on him
for not stretching
to harbor every single
lonely scarred
broken heart
that needs
a helping hand.

What a shame,
Isn’t he a man?