The Men are held by Chains
My existential crisis: my manhood
Examples are placed before me
Of men. Those strong, successful, handsome,
Devilish, virtuous, confident--the usual it seems.
How do I compare? How am I to stand
Before the standards set by the dead?
The traditions, The customs, The principle
Of manhood, not accustomed to my body or soul.
My complaints, my failures to uphold these standards
Overshadowed by the “fairer sex”
Who am I to feel chained by the standards of society?
When the branding iron of acceptable behavior
Only sears the hide of femininity
The standards of my sex are not invisible
The utility of men, the success of men
There are no bounds to the fortunes
By which I am compared
Men are taught to be expendable.
The Tools of work, the Tools of play,
The stepped-on and dirty
Yet, the struggles of men are “soft”
Men are not privileged by sex,
Rather the few men
Unbent by the weight set upon them
Bathe alone in the powers granted by masculinity.
When will we realize
That men and women are beaten at the same whipping post.