As a man A heterosexual man I felt comfortable making the decision with her To voluntarily share one of the most important tools for human flourishment At 16 But as a man A heterosexual man I get uncomfortable at the notion Of telling my best friend of 10 years That I love him at 21 Unless we're both in a drunken stupor Or a tragedy permits such vernacular Am I a real man?** Do I stand rooted In a twined thicket of contexuality Or is my purpose on the course of infinity
This is my first poem. Ever. On any website, notepad, etc. I wanted to illuminate a few things: the high ranking number *** gets set as on so many men's priority list from such an early age, and what defines a male as a man,