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Because of what they said,
That men are meant to be towers of strength,
All my growing up years were erroneously spent,
Bottling up emotions inside my head,
Rather than feeling things as they should be felt.
Pain was borne without a sound,
Anger and turmoil buried with not a frown,
Even when I craved a comforting hug,
I remembered a man’s place as a barrel of brawn,
And knotted tighter my mental thong.
Now I’m grown and fully set in my ways,
“A beast he is”, they say, “Insensitive in every way”,
No one remembers I wasn’t born this way,
Conveniently forgotten is the role society played,
In morphing a son to a lump of clay.