You were whipped. The lashes caused you many pains. So you opened your mouth to cry. Suddenly there comes a harsh rebuke. “Shut up”….”You want to cry? Are you a girl? If I hear pim”…..
My young mind, got confused. I can feel the pain, therefore, I should naturally cry. I am a boy, and not a man yet. Why can’t I cry…….?
Welcome to the world I grew up in.
Let’s have the Poem.
Every day I bottle up my tensions in the assembly plant of my heart
Emotions and frictions left unattended and locked down
Stacked on disorganized pallets in the thought room
They said I could handle it because “I am a man“.
I am tired of sucking it up when I feel like crying out
“Get a hold of your self“, years of training keeps reminding me
“When do I get to be my real self “I queried
” Your real self is to be what society expects a man to be”.
Equivocating and pontificating to escape from saying the truth
Sinking but saying I am floating
I get to laugh all my laughs
But I am not permitted to cry all my cries.
Open and read from the pages of bygone days
Ask the blowing winds to play like a phonograph
The music of my hidden weaknesses shall you hear
But I daily wake up and have to play the man.
It’s no use telling a fallen upturned turtle to man-up and get up.
It needs to be helped up.
I am upturned and battered from all sides
Help me or let me be as I am tired of playing the man for you.
So many died young old men at 47years
Their backs bent from carrying the unattended burdens of their troubled hearts
Living the life but not living the person
Immolate the cocoon and the real man would emerge like a butterfly out of the caterpillar.
To read another Poem Charmed by the sky
Is it wrong for a man to cry?
Does crying take away anything from manliness? What were your experiences like growing up in this regard? Let’s talk in the comments section.