The boy must be strong,
the boy must be proud.
To act violent is wrong,
he must be assertive, must be loud.He must not show sadness,
and never complain when hurt.
It is taken for weakness,
weak is equivalent to dirt.In all his lonesome,
he must stand with his brothers.
A man he will become,
when he's the same man as the others.Don't shed a tear now,
you've come this far.
Even in victory, he must bow,
to the society keeping man trapped in a jar.___________________________________
~Brie Angeline
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Tethered To My Mind
PoesiaA personal poetry book Written by Brianna Angeline Hoefer