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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Being a man Being called a "man " Means live no room for tear We are constantly told that A man is not supposed to shade tears Even if the pain cracks the bones and the Air becomes hard to breath a man is not supposed to cry even if words are thrown on you crashing down on you . Poetry allows a man to speak for three(3) Minutes without being interrupted The only time he is allowed to express he's emotions. They are many rooms in he's house. But the room of thought ?? . thought left to roat in there an army of words ready to fire ?? being called a man. we have learnt how to watch the night fed into darkness. We have learnt to build walls that never fall. They are many rooms in a man house The only one they do not add is for mistakes. For every mistakes is the down fall of every man so they is no time to show emotions. We have learnt to be brain dead our brain can only comprehend sex from the opposite sex . Being a man Means being emotionally numb but yet drowning in he's emotions Cause emotions only means you are week So in a poem a man expresses emotions Drowning with a hand raised high all we get is a high 5? five ,you must learn to pocket your cause emotions only make you week . What if giving up is poetic justice What if pain is the only escape root and the only door is through this rope. We have learnt to Barry our hurt in soils of regrets. See we have learnt to morn the living before they're death .reality burns our skin Now blind with ashes of our burnt dreams We have learnt to twist fiction as facts they will tell you that they is peace in being emotionally numb.
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