How To Be A Man By Simar Sighn Poem by Kevin Prou

Men don't feel pain.
We've been brought up in households which made us preach such false teachings.
They told me that I will soon be the man of the house when I was just 6 years old.
It's not their fault you see, this is what they've been taught since centuries, That men don't feel, that men don't cry.
Man up, they told me.
Man up young boy.
And as a kid, I once cried in public And people laughed as if they actually loved it.
And then that kid wiped his eyed His smiling face was full of lies.
He'd make a decent writer, but an engineer sounded more wise
When can we finally talk about mental violence?
So that I can finally break this silence?
So that I can unlock my door and let you in Don't ask me why was it shut so long
And why is it so dark in here? So this is about the men in your life,
And contrary to popular belief, this still is feminism.
This is for every father, every brother, every son Who wet his pillow so many times and yet he's woken up just fine.
He's broken down and yet he's smiled, He's owned his moustache, but he's still a child.
He wishes that he could speak to you about this but he wouldn't know where to begin.
He's a product of a failed social system Where expressing himself was considered sin And he's buried them all inside and look, He's alive and yet he carries his kin.
Look at the tears drip from his silence.
You need to break this silence and talk to him.
So go, talk to your dad.
Ask him what his dreams were, what he really wanted to pursue.
Talk to your elder brother.
Ask him what he's going through, How he landed up in this job he never wanted to.
Tell him you miss him, And that he could spend more time at home And that he does not need to hide his notebook anymore.
Talk to your son, Who might be really young but tell him that he needs to speak, And that crying in public won't mean that he's weak.
But he can't cry himself to sleep every night, Because the world is running out of dry pillows.
Talk to them.
They might not speak up about what they have been through And it might take them a while to actually share,
But it'll be comforting for them to know That someone's there to listen.
Someone will help take care. And most importantly, Talk to yourself.
Look into the mirror, Smile.

Credit to Simar Sighn