This sweeping
weeping
soggy saga
of sadness
which clouds
this guy’s eyes
while raining
question marks
from the skies
is finally getting
me where it hurts
making me
a toddler who
is never allowed
desserts
and I will wail
tonsils vibrating
the sort of shriek
that could ruin your week
until somebody
pinches my cheek
a little too hard
for my own good
while repeating
the outdated phrase
‘big boys don’t cry’
until it is
thoroughly understood
and then I will tell them
that sorrow is a crucial
part of my identity
and to kindly lay off
my masculinity
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and “Big Girls don’t cry” either? That is bunk. I like this poem because it shows that men do cry and it is not un-masculine to do so…it means the person is sensitive, and it is okay for men to be that way.
And I love the allusion to the toddler’s screams….sometimes we just have to let it escape from inside with some vibrato.
Thank you for your comment, Jacob.