Men Don't Cry Poem by carlos trevino

"No, I swear I was not crying,
A speck of dust flew in my eye.
Yes dad, I know that men don't cry
What you heard was just a sigh"

He placed the photo on the table,
his brown eyes moist and wet
it was a picture of his mother
Why could he not forget?

His mother left him for the grave,
and the young man's heart was aching
But he had learned that men don't cry
though his heart was nearly breaking

The young man held back tears
and he felt his soul unfurl
He closed his eyes and whispered,
"Oh how I wish I were a girl"