"Not every man," they preach, they swear,
but why the hell is danger there-
why every step, every shadow's stare,
feels like a dare she's forced to bear?
Keys clenched tight like steel in hand,
braced against the silent land;
every shape and every sound,
a threat, a reason to turn around.
"Not every man," they like to claim,
but tell me, where's that ease, that same
calm in her mind, that simple peace,
the freedom just to walk in peace?
Because maybe it's true-not all men-
but look at her eyes, look again;
that fear wasn't built by tales and dreams,
it's born from silence, lurking schemes.
So shout it louder, "Not all men!"
but until she's safe again,
know this fact, understand-
maybe not all... but always a man.
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Not all men, But always, always a man.
