I do not want a good man
no gentle-man for me
I need no doors opened
no chairs pulled out
no touchy-feelly conversations
no handing me tissues
no ordering for me at the bar
I'd rather have, if I may,
a man that knows his evils
who is aware of his darkness
-that darkness we all have-
I want a man that knows his shadows
that has looked at them
sat with them,
and still chose to walk in the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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