MEN'S CONTRIBUTION
SOMETIMES, I AM TIRED OF HIDING MYSELF AS A MAN
IN A SOCIETY THAT THINKS A MAN’S PAIN DOES NOT EXIST…
EXHAUSTED FROM FEELING LIKE I AM NOT ALLOWED MY TEARS…
CONFUSED ABOUT WHY,
IF WITNESSED IN THE PUBLIC’S EYES,
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY.
FRUSTRATED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT, AS A MAN,
I CANNOT SHED MY EMOTIONS
ON MY PARTNER’S SHOULDER.
PRIVATELY ENRAGED AT A SOCIETY
THAT THINKS VULNERABILITY IN A MAN
IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
“HERE I GO,”
WITH ANOTHER PERFORMANCE.
ANGRY AT HOLDING ON
TO A FALSIFIED SMILE
WHEN I’M HURTING.
SO AS I WRITE THIS POEM,
IT IS WRITTEN FOR ALL MEN—
A READING FOR YOUR HEARTS TO MEND.
AND KNOW
YOU HAVE PERMISSION
TO BE ALL VERSIONS OF YOURSELF.
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