Men Don´t Cry

Men Don´t Cry prose poem

Photo by Ronaldo Maciel

Our men are slowly drowning in their tears.

Labelled weak cos they express their fears.

Father said I wasn’t man enough

and told me to act tough

cos I cried when I touched her cold body

Regardless of the situation son,

Always remember nothing lasts forever.

Wipe your tears son,

Pull yourself together.

But how can I

when my loved one is gone

cos I am a man doesn’t make me impervious to pain.

cos I am a man doesn’t make me impervious to pain
Growing up was rough,

Had to fight to get my own stuff

Father Left Mother when I was one

He said he loves his new wife and son

I made lots of friends so I wouldn’t think of the pain

and so I could stay sane.

Everyone thought I was happy

Cos I smiled a lot.

Most times when I was at home

I sat alone

I tried to think of a happy ending

to stop these tears from flowing

Cos Men are not allowed to cry in this society.

I remember University, when I struggled with depression
I remember University, when I struggled with depression

I couldn’t wait till the end of the session

so I could see mother’s face

and think less of the pain

Tried to tell Momma,

even tho she ended up crying

She told me to pray and keep fighting.

There came a time when it was really hard

and my body was full of scars

so I tried to end it all

cos the memories kept pouring in

and I couldn’t handle them

So I prayed to God

to grant me peace and others like me

so this pain could cease

and help others who are trying to heal.


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