Hey man,wassup?
Nothing much…
I got something I wanna ask you?
Okay, Wassup?
Who am I without you?
Without who?
Well, you see
Some refer to it as Toxicity.
Why?
Because it has a lot to do
with my Masculinity
Your What?
My assumed “Identity”.
Defined and Cultivated
By my hatred of things
That question it.
Conforming to my Society
was once my Religion.
My church on
Sunday mornings
And no matter how fast
I ran
I couldn’t out run
this reality
Where Masculinity
Was a prize
That must be won by
Any means
Necessary
The anger in performing,
The pain of conforming.
Toxic masculinity,
may open many doors
But none of these doors
Are virtues.
