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Day Nov 2015
to all the girls he was
"hot"
but really all he ever wanted to be was
"smart"
he never took his shirt off because
he was scared that they would
instantly
label him as just another piece of
good-looking meat
but he wanted to be more then that
he wanted to be  known for
his smile
not
his abs
he wanted someone to say
"he's an amazing writer"
not
"he's pretty ****"
but in this society
thinking like that gets you nowhere
it leaves you alone and beaten
so he hid
he covered his insecurity of his skin
and pushed past it
because he was strong
even though every part of him felt
weak
he was determined to be
strong
he would prove to the world that
a man can be
both
strong and smart
both
****  and artsy
because he wanted people to love him
for more then just
his skin
because he knew deep down
we are all so much more
*then that
i wrote this because i think that, yes, while women are treated without respect alot of times, that men are also forced to meet impossible standards and are far to often overshadowed by muscles and strength and should be allowed to be "weak" in a sense. I think that it is unfair of women to be expected to be treated as fragile while thrusting these opinions of what a "real man" should be on men. I find it disgusting that in todays world that sometime we overlook a guy just because there is another guy who may be "hotter". There are so many, many men out there who are smart, and funny and have beautiful smiles who are alone because of ignorance. I love all of you guys who feel like you're not enough because maybe you're not fit as someone else or because you're not as comfortable with your body. I love you *HUGS*
Kojo Oct 2014
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,

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