We walked under the same sky,
but carried different forecasts.
your silence was a sandstorm
and mine a drought.
Yet we mistook our survival
as our strength.
I was parched with waiting
and you were eroded by wind.
World saw our resilience not the cracks.
How I begged for rain or
How you vanished behind gusts.
They said strong woman is "silent"
They said strong man is "violent'.
Neither of us asked for this climate.
But what if one day, we looked up—
and saw that the sun never chose sides.
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
He walked into the room, commanding attention
and my heart, the scent of him is like a drug,
intoxicating me, controlling my every thought.
A hint of musk and cedarwood, with a touch of leather,
manly without being overbearing. I can't help but
associate those notes with his broad shoulders,
and the way he carries himself with such confidence.
There's a subtle spiciness to it as well,
a reminder that he's not just strong, but passionate too.
It's a fragrance that lingers long after he's gone,
a phantom presence in the room, making me crave him even more.
I wonder if he knows the power he holds
in just one spray of cologne. How it makes me feel
like I'm under his spell, completely at his mercy.
His scent alone could bring me to my knees,
but paired with his charming smile and piercing blue eyes,
it's almost too much for my heart to handle.
I take a deep breath, trying to memorize every note,
to hold onto this moment forever. Because no matter where life takes us,
this smell will always bring him back to me,
and remind me of what it means to love a man.
You brought gifts to my home, spending your money
Sent me chocolates, you were sweet like honey
Like a chameleon your colours shone when we met
It soon changed 3 weeks after we wed
My confidence disturbed your dominant demeanor
My independence danced to a tune you did not like
Relieved when I left, the grass was much greener
For respect was not something you gave me as a wife
Your toxic masculinity took you for a fool
Thinking your wife must be a subordinate which you rule
Your father's counsel never made your choices wise
Your obsession with being in control led to our demise
Heart break never stained my resilient heart
For it was impossible to fall in love with a Narc'
I could not be heart broken from something I tolerated
Leaving your prison home made me feel liberated
At our first encounter, you were a radiant sight
Like a chameleon your colours beemed very bright
It was a temporary adaptation. Soon your colours changed
For indeed a reptile a chameleon will always remain
How dare you spit upon his garb!
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves,
When you should have been his Rasta queen
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene
And I- woman just like you
Hang my head in shame
As you defile our name.
Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath
To honour his philosophy,
But like a lamb to the slaughter,
he was reduced
In front of the whole community.
He sought calm in his Rasta chant
Swallowed his pride,
Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity.
Yet that pouncing Jezebel
Delilah,
Demon picknie,
Shameless femininity
Minimized her king,
Cared nothing that he is masculine.
She is no empress
and certainly not a Ital-dawtah!
She mocked and cursed him
Bullied him and sullied his character.
Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified
Scorned, mistreated and humiliated.
But when upon each other their backs were turned
The fury in the lion roared
And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant
And knocked her out flat on her face.
I won’t apologize for feeling appeased
For you are a disgrace to the female race!
Masculinity is appreciable when they can express their love through words as well as
actions
They deserve love when they respect women's feeling
Expressive masculine are the real seduction for female
I wish I was a manly man, a poor man’s money monger,
Making war and living for the day when I was stronger,
Many men are making more than millionaires can squander,
Many more are sick and sore but out the door they wander.
What is practicality but just a word for sorrow,
What you spend is sure to end but not before you borrow,
Healthy femininity is bought for recreation,
Wealthy masculinity is not my new creation.
Failing men are sailing when they celebrate a brother,
Sailing men are failing when they castigate each other,
What you see is what you get when you are late to linger,
Lesser men are glad to get the gate of every swinger.
Toxic masculinity is not a match for mating,
Logic is formality but not for salivating,
Sonic sensibility is sleeping with a lover,
Chronic femininity is keeping under cover.
Strong as a father,
Supporting as a husband,
Courageous as a soldier,
Obedient as a son,
Unwavering in faith,
What is a man?
Where does he stand?
What does he need?
Have we forgotten?
He is more than his body,
His success is more than just wealth,
His word is trustworthy and valuable,
His life a testament to the sacrifice of Christ,
His is a love that gives endlessly,
His is a love that leads through service,
What is a man?
A weapon of God to stand against the tides of evil,
What is a man?
A pillar of kindness and beacon of generosity to those in need,
Humble in action and clear in thought,
What is a man?
More than you think.
The toxic masculinity
The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal saw beautiful
eyes trusting him and the great ape falls in love.
People will say it is the female part of the man in action, I say no
all men are tender when given the opportunity to defend and often
risking their life for things they love.
In our time a man is supposed to climb the ladder of success so
he can buy a bigger car and house for the family, although his wife
also has a career the man is still expected to pay.
The hubby would like to have 5-6 children it is in his nature to breed,
but now that women are emancipated, big families are out
at most one or two children, preferably adopted from Africa or Asia
The wife has so many expenses staying slim and buying clothes of
the latest trend and there is the theater, the art exhibition it is vital
to be seen in the right circle.
The man gets a mistress who can provide him with sexual relief and
since his wife is not approachable his mistress listens to his woo.
The gorilla and the man are two of kind tender of heart and deeply
misunderstood
Somethings in my life are to complex to give expression to
Somethings are too tense and tangled
I contemplate on reasons and questions, beliefs and griefs'
I keep them to my chest turning in my sleep
Like a trinket, lockets or Kolesnikov's
Cause at times they are too tender to surrender to time
And other times they haunt and encircle me like ghastly clay pigeons
I was told to die for what you love or love what you'd die for
Most times I'm engulfed in repressions in corners on cold floors
Relief feels like falling through air
I breakdown into tears
Like glass breaks into shards
Splintering my heart beyond repair
And I can't even speak when I need to
At times I displace me when I need you
Cause somethings I can't express or give expression to
Somethings I bottle in me to protect you
“And when eight days had passed, before His circumcision, His name was then called Jesus, the name given by the angel before He was conceived in the womb.” Luke 2:21
God, the Father and Son are male,
known in His Word of that gender.
Take it on faith, He will prevail:
God, the Father and Son are male;
Jesus was circumcised. We hail
and reverence Him in “splendor."
God, the Father and Son are male,
known in His Word of that gender.
(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
If there exists in your vicinity,
Presence of Toxic Masculinity
Give many thanks to your divinity
For this male fortunate proximity.
T’was men created engines, made the wheel.
Now look around, and all that you can see
Was made by toxic men who smelted steel
And conceived by male creativity.
You’ll find Ms. Curie heads a tiny list
Revealing gifts of femininity
A list so small that often it is missed.
Search if you will into infinity.
So ladies all, you should be grateful then,
That we are blessed with many toxic men.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?
Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?
As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.
Verse 1:
I was brought up
to think like a soldier,
to guard every emotion
in a tight metal cage
I learned how to shut down
and suck it all in
but no one ever taught me
how to live with my rage
Chorus:
I once thought
I was tougher than nails
and my heart was as hard
as heat hardened steel rails
but now I've been hammered by life
I can see
nails are tougher,
nails are tougher than me.
Verse 2:
It's taken so long
to accept that I'm human;
to feel what I'm feelin',
and not act like a clown.
Back then I was broken
now I'm broken open;
when our daughter came to us
my heart melted down
Bridge:
Indifference isn't a virtue,
choose coldness and it's you who will lose,
I learned this lesson the hard way
now it's yours to use or misuse.
Repeat Chorus:
Link to the recorded song: https://drooble.com/song/1742092
"Masculinity"
In my awakening I grew more cold to certain things and people as I grew
that's an ugly truth unfortunately but who would've knew
that this is the part I would get accustomed to
Now here I am doing damage repair, trying to fix a broken man
but also trying to keep my family afloat
it's like trying row a boat wit three holes in it
still I got no problem exposing who I am…
this is me naked, on display at that gallery
trying to burn every impure thought like a calorie
but still, I gotta keep pushing
I gotta family to feed and teach
so no matter what the past was I can only fix the present
this is my opportunity to be present and present to them
the best version of me I can give
this is grown man biz it always has been
true masculinity must live on in this generation of has-beens
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