Nor Width Or Depth Of It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You can not define my man-ness.
No height...
Nor width or depth of it!
You may observe,
A stress perhaps projected.
The feelings felt...
None like me have dealt with.
I am not part of a collective drone...
Buzzing in a hive as if a clone!
You may believe,
You know my needs.
Perceived from observances...
Randomly received.
Inside am I alone with thought.
In this shell to me God has brought.
A manhood of an expression.
To live and to give...
Without delivery of confession.
To perform is my deed.
The reason of my profession.