A responsibility in the worries i keep,
I sense the beauty in my stumbling,
I feel the awakening in my falls,
There’s a spirit, little broken, but rigid,
That i get when they say, ‘Be a Man’.
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They say, I am what i provide,
I am content in sacrificing for greater good.
I feel safe in hiding my vulnerabilities.
I wear a camouflage of humour.
A different versions of strength they teach,
One i learned has empathy, kindness, clarity, responsibility.
They call me ‘A Man’.
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A rose for the Men 🌹
Choose your wars, fight them bravely.
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Happy Men’s Day! ❤️✨