You need Mommy to fight your battles,
you have no one on your side;
Your righteous indignation you are
mistaking for your pride.
You sit in a corner and whine
waiting for others to make a move,
but you are the only one who has
something he needs to prove.
Be a man!
Be a man!
You look like such a fool, I wish you
would open your mouth so I could tell you
you're a tool.
ouch..slightly harsh..but greatly appreciated..loved the intensity..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems to me that you think a man can't show to much emotions without look weak and some men don't like to fight so they get there mother to do it for them. I'm not saying it's right that they do it but it happens.