What Makes a Man
We grew from tender to stone,
Always thinking that strength is key,
Sizable muscles is what society has condoned,
What makes a man is the physicality they see.
Yet even the brawny crack and sway,
The affluent, pinched and tear,
The polished, wither and fray,
Even the bravest halts in fear,
While the question still stands,
Forget comments and opinions, no matter how insistent,
Because no matter what you think makes a man,
It is only he that can give you the reason of his own existence.
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