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It's Ok For A Man To Cry


At the site of death we are sicken until we bite our tongues,

screaming at the anger that coats us in pain,

and as are eyes become blood shot red we are fighting to decide

if it's ok to cry or go into rage until the night dies.

It's ok for man to cry. All men have been pushed in front of a car.

The car represents the breakup and you represent the love that once was.

Coming to the point where the car is coming straight into an oncoming collision.

 

Only you can pick up the pieces that aren't missing.

It's ok for a man to cry.

We as men have all experience at some point in time

what it like to beaten to extinction.

Robbed of our dignity and manhood, until we have nowhere to return.

We have been kidnapped of our youth and kindness,

until we are lost and misplaced among reality.

 

We as men have been dragged to bottom of lakes where we have been tormented.

We as men have all experience the pain that can destroy worlds

and that strangles you of any chance of life.

It's ok for a man cry.

We as men should all know what it's like lose everything.

 

What it's like to wander alone as if we were hiding.

We can be the art of surrounding, illusion, and controlling.

We can be blind, deaf, and stupid when backed into a corner,

but we as men always know all the ways of escape that's possible.

We all know what we can be described as,

but we can't escape what isn't clear or

are we afraid of our tears or maybe it's the reason of change.

 

It's ok for a man to cry.

We have all made loud noises so we can be hard.

We have made a foundation so we couldn't be moved.

We have seen as far as the land grows and as deep as the land drops under water,

but we haven't touch every person there is.

 

But I the foundation will move the tears of joy out of the men that has been moved.

It's ok for a man to cry.

Hear me roar, hear me devour, but don't hear me in my moment of weakness.

I shall yell to my God because I can't change who I am.

 

I was born with these tools to ran:

walk, touch, feel, hear, speak, see, and to remember,

but I wasn't born with a fear of change.

God didn't give every men a fear change,

a fear life, good health, eyes to see with, legs to walk,

a voice to be heard by other or even a change to remember what they did yesterday.

So me who is a man will cry for those who can't.

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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Comments (3)

Mafi Grey
I had to do this for all those who don't know it's ok to cry. It's not an emotion that you want to bottle up. Thanks for the support.
Adrien16
This poem is inspiring and helps people to know that feelings are not things to be shunned. Caring is not a weakness.
Mafi Grey
Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks

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