The True Male

The True Male

A Poem by Sharon N
"

What I believe is a real man

"
Journal entry from June 25th 2013

Today, I got hit.
Hard to believe that someone who once held such revere in my mind would stoop so low.
Having gone past the somatic shock, I questioned.
I questioned how one could be so desperate to prove their masculinity
To prove that they could stand their ground and have others quake in awe.
I wondered if this was how the typical male established a domineering air about them.
Was this it?
Viciously kicking your own blood in the ribs over the most trivial of reasons?
Cause she " talked back at you?"
I scanned through all the males I could openly say I RESPECTED.
And you know what they all shared?
Self assurance.
They don't need to be told that they are men.
They know it.
They don't need to prove a thing to anyone
Cause they know themselves.
So how do these rapidly vanishing crop of males distinguish themselves?
Well, plain and simple.
They have invested their entire being to prove to no one but themselves that they are a force to be reckoned with.
They have made the conscious decision to walk in a way that screams "I don't need your approval of me. I'm f*****g awesome"
To speak in a way that says "I am greatness"
And I can say that no number of broken hearts, scarred faces or shattered self esteems will make as much of an impact as that of a strong willed, driven and self assured gentleman.
So to he who thought his virility was proven through the punches and kicks- all that was shown was your cowardice, weakness and lack of any shred of an idea of what it is to be a true man.

© 2014 Sharon N


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Sharon N
Sharon N

Nairobi, Nairobi, Kenya



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