to be a man
glory of the land
to do what they require
to sweat and perspire
to take up sticks and stones
and break each others bones
and in the testosterone heat
to beat
our souls
full of holes
be large and wide
pretend like you have never cried
deny who you are again and again
deny that you are human
pretending you don't feel pain
till your emotions are all but slain
why be what others want?
when its you that must feel the brunt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well wrote thanks for sharing