An aggressive stare at a defenseless other
A stoic unbothered face in the face of danger
A senseless joy in war and destruction
A man A teen An adolescent A boy
I’m trapped
I can see through the lens of the man box
I am placed in
Told to act like a man, stop being a b****
a pussy a fag
See through but locked in like a glass house with no key
Centuries of tearless emotionless fathers
The translation of a boy into the same
Barbaric beast not held accountable because
boys will be boys
A statement to justify the misery men cause
as being nature
No longer should we allow ourselves
to perpetuate such toxicity
The toxicity which tells women that seuxal abuse is their fault
The toxicity which keeps young boys from talking about their emotions
The toxicity which allows young men
to terrorize society acceptably
Needs to end
But yet I am still guilty
My brain is so hardwired to think unhealthy thoughts that a swamp of toxic chemicals escape everyday
My mind is so constrained to society that knowing the wrongs of my actions doesn’t always make me regret
My soul is so entrapped and I can not
do it alone
Because
If I am the only one,
To speak my mind against how men
treat women
I am an outcast
If I am the only one,
To stop a man from objectifying women
I am an outcast
If I am the only one
To tell my younger brothers and cousins it’s okay to cry
I am an outcast
But if we
Speak our minds
If we
Stop ourselves from objectifying women
If we
Show the young men and women that
it is okay for a man to cry
We become the outcasts,
And all of us outcasts can look to each other and have our own outcast club
Until our little group of outcasts is not so little

Until society must accept that healthy
masculinity is in style
Until we as men have righted the wrongs
of centuries of the same behavior
Until then