ManA Poem by Adam ParkerAnalysis of masculinity
My grandma tells me to cut my hair ,
locks fall short of n****e but I feel like a man, I feel like a man I say- but what is that? My uncle calls me a "big girl" I tell him the vikings had hair long, the Romans thought heterosexuality was restrictive - a world of vanilla without any sprinkles. He tells me that was back then - and now in the real world we are but men; tears bereft from our cheeks and thoughts locked in a vault of stoic expression , that is not me I repeat , that is not me. The idea of man is as much of a social construct as a f*****g holiday to Benidorm , the only thing that makes you a man is a c**k and balls, you are not a "provider" you do not have to be "strong". This is not Bogart, but a boggart- the insecurities of men sell shampoo in a black label, sell you a car with a big engine , sell you pints of Krongenburg and a packet of McCoys. The blindness of a social construct is that it is engrained, Gramsci's hegemony but for advertisement , and all. We don't see that men aren't he same as the 50's- that men and women have the same emotional spectrum- but one is made to be repressed and one overrepresented. The Achilles heel is insecurity - asking your "mates" does this top make me "gay", as if being gay is emasculation, if not the most manly thing anyone could do . Calling them "girls" when they do something creative , as if emotion is not masculine. unless we bring a halt, we are in a ship with a hole in the bottom, drowning in a sea of conformity, ears filled with sand , and scratching for the air . © 2017 Adam Parker |
AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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