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A man What is that? What defines a man? Some would say a man is never wrong. If that were true the men would be extinct Perhaps a man is someone who fights in the streets Who never loses because he is so strong But who really knows anymore With the media loud and parents silent We have the miseducation of men in our heads Where there should be truth there is fabrication instead From a youth I was taught the media man Has lots of sex in many beds and He does what he wants but not what he says and if We described him in short it’d be one word Disrespect. As a child all wanted was to be a real man so learned from the media And ate what they fed I chased all the ladies to get them in bed I spat at my parents even though they both shed Tears. But why? Shouldn’t they be proud I made it to grade 12 But I lived to disrespect everyone including myself Was it my fault? I did what I was told. The media told me how to be a man and Disrespect. It was the only definition I’d known But how could I be wrong? Was this not the goal? To become greatest To get what I want? Sure but destroying myself That was the toll If not that then what could it be? The whole time I thought being a man meant Glorifying me And this is the problem With our society. See the men They’re dying while the boys They run free. Setting off landmines and and chasing their greed The men can’t see past their own want And blind to their need Because their self identity and definition of man It was falsely conceived They would know the truth if only the parents weren’t asleep That the definition starts not with a Dis- but rather a Re- Respect is a man inside and out He respects himself and the women he sees Whether passersby in day Or on the computer screen Women are meant to be respected Anything else is just hugely obscene What we need is a revolution Of men rising from their graves Because the boys are destroying us And we need to be saved. So if you think you’re a man I have a challenge for you I’m ringing the bell Respect women by protecting them from boys And most importantly From yourself
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