Weakness

I had the idea to footrace a cheetah
And beat the poor bastard while drunk on tequila.
I scaled the slope to summit Mount Everest
Without any rest. The climb was effortless.

I bench press one thousand and squat like a million.
I spar with Spartans. I’m Achilles of the Iliad.
With ease I wrest Hercules to the deities’ floor,
And hurl him down through Uncle Hades’ door.

My body: A callous, honed mass of muscle,
A tour-de-force yet emotionally subtle.
Because I am man, thus strong I am,
Born of the stoic, stolid, and masculine clan.

I know, emotions are needless signs of weakness
That hinder the maintenance of practiced indifference.
I learned not to cry when I learned how to walk.
About my emotions, I know never to talk.

I’ll never delve down deep beneath their surface
And fight feelings serpents, for I see no purpose.
With resolve I dammed my souls’ rising waters.
The levees yet hold, though this faith faintly falters.


A commentary on the misguided notions of masculinity and manliness. I was attempting to show that despite the his prowess in traditional masculine values, the protagonist is only maintaining a facade that is inherently making him weak. To this day, emotional expression comes very unnaturally to me, despite how direly I may wish/need to convey my feelings.
So many of us are taught from a young age what it means to be a man, but the fact of the matter is that we already are men. Your personality, emotions, and feelings have nothing to do with the fact that you’re a man. If you want to cry, go ahead and ball you eyes out. If you want to take dance or cello instead of bashing peoples brains in football, GO FOR IT! As I mature I realize, more and more, the need for emotional expression. Not only does it help your mental health, but it creates flow in relationships and brings you closer to loved ones.
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