a man, a real man

a man

is who you never saw in me,

you wanted me to be

a real man.

you saw me as someone less than

a man,

a real man,

because a real man 

should hate the color pink

and think of ways to keep his ego boosted,

get his body inked,

wink at fine ladies, buy them drinks

and take them to hotel rooms to 

“handle his business.”

a man

is what I never was to you,

a real man, 

because a real man

should hate the arts,

love the design of cars and the smell of bars,

show fearlessness to get behind bars

yet you preach to us to follow our hearts and be

a man,

a real man,

because a real man 

don’t cry when his anxiousness is high,

he should suck it up like a guy

and rely on his egoistic pride,

learn how to to tie a tie and buy his way

into a woman’s heart

to earn his stamp of approval to be

an ultimate man,

a real man.