Real Men Must Never Cry
The taught me as a boy
To grit my teeth
And hold the strain
And never ever cry
I was not a poor student
In the school of my traditions
Even when the teacher
Was an invisible presence
My mother hushed me when I had the flu
And fed medicines I took
To stop the ache of tooth or head
And I wrapped in her bed
Smell still now the bushes boiled to solution
That dissolved the cause of all my tears
I shed in secret in then.
To the world
I painted pretty pictures of my scars
And smiled
Turning to a sense of humor
When I felt the thunder
Shaking me like fallen stars.
Now time like a river
Runs its crooked course through me
And I have arteries
And tributaries dammed
So much
The pressure of my blood
Wanting me out of the game
Would pop my head
And I wish I could let it out
But my eyes are forbidden to bleed
The unyielding relief in my tears:
Real men must never cry.
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