Real Men Cry
It’s been drummed into our heads,
ever since we were little males:
Boyz to Men don’t cry
But Jesus wept
Seeing my grandmothers crying at night,
sitting on their beds,
made me feel so sad and helpless inside
I wanted to wipe the tears away
from their damp, moist eyes
Why they were crying was a mystery to me,
all they ever did was make me feel happy
Society said a man had to be strong,
show no weakness, no wet display from pain
Keep intact his macho respect
But, I would come to learn real men do cry:
Even the bravest man ever, Jesus wept
As an older man,
I now better understand
why people cry
Not always necessarily from physical pain,
it’s deep emotional hurt
that prompts the tears
So many scars on the soul,
from so many falls suffered over the years
Disappointments, unrequited love ...
Acts of hurting others, bereavements and such
These are some of the reasons why real men cry,
watering the bed where sorrows slept
I’m not ashamed nor deny
that I often cry, for I was taught:
Even the only man without sin, Jesus wept
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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