Our Souls Full Of Holes Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

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