Does my ability for violence
Make me a man?
Being pushed against a wall
Being asked to be punched
Does that, make everything right in the world?
My calm
In the presence of all that's wrong and unjust
My violence
Throws tears out of my eyes
Fires sadness , from inside
Men only take accountability
Out of fear, not of empathy
When a tree falls
In the bush
It's a shame that it doesn't bleed
Or scream
It's a shame that lighting
Holds no virtues, no high-ground
If the sunsets were more red, like plums, pomegranate
And less orange, mandarin
And would you then, observe less,
And reflect more?
And if the animals, could vote
And the clouds could speak,
Would you then listen more
And talk a bit less?
Men only take accountability
Out of fear, not of empathy
Being pushed against a wall
Being asked to be punched
Is that ever the solution to the racism
Irregardless of the context
Irrgardless of the norm?
Does my ability for violence
Make me a man?
Men only take accountability
Out of fear, not of empathy
If the sunsets were more red, like plums, pomegranate
And if the animals, could vote
Would you then talk a bit less
And listen, more?
And it's the solitude
That is the most jarring
The isolation
Behind my tears
I am no longer a man
Not even a boy
Just a child
I'm so tired of being so strong
And dignified
I felt so angry
I cried
Does my ability for violence
Make me a man?
Would you then talk a bit less
And listen, more?
observe less,
And reflect more?
BS
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