TSC Poetry

Be a "Man"

Believe it or not, I am a man, I have a dong
But the "true" men mock, "Man, we outta cut it off 'cause the way you're doing it is wrong
He's probably one of the twelve dudes on watt pad
You can see his skeleton even when his skins attached
He writes, he sings, he dances, he reads
He draws, as if he were still in elementary
His name might be Tanner, but his skin is bleached
From lying in his bed frying his eyes on his iPhone screen
And out of all sports, he plays ultimate frisbee
Despite there's no local league
He cares about his grades, he's in the school play
And acts like a weirdo on stage
And girls won't talk to him
And when they do, he drives them away"

You know, few of those words make me feel at fault
But I still refuse to lie under this assault
So do I change my ways?
Of course not, if I did I wouldn't be here today
Thanks fine fellows for your critique
But now, after years of silence it's my turn to speak

Once upon a time in the homiest household with the sturdiest strong stone structure
A man was raised to stand... Like a sturdy strong stone structure
I may have rhymed the same thing twice, as long as I'm making my point
Like the end of the blue pencil I use to write relics, raps, and rants on raunchy reps and draw pics that are so epic they can't be recreated, that's a challenge Polaroid!
What you have mistaken for my skeleton is my massive backbone that my very own flesh just can't hold from working in school so I can provide a home for my future children while you dimwits are broke and alone.
Boys, I've seen your X-ray's, your spines are missing, probably cause they snapped from crouching like cowards to the the standards of today
Or they were broken during your almighty football, but in your D-FENCE *clap clap*, D-FENCE *clap clap*, some of you guys who play that sport are actually passionate.
But I know there are those who loathe the sport, and hate the helmets
Being their trophy dad's, trophy sons that are expected for greatness
But regret every moment of being tackled, tugged, and beaten
And while your doing that, I'll be enjoying my life, in my room, on YouTube
Or throwing a disc and breaking into strenuous sprints in ultimate
I don't need a league to know I succeed, As long as I'm breaking a sweat, I don't need to be competitive
I act, because it makes me happy
I sing, because it makes me happy
I read, because it's interesting
And you better believe I dance, because it makes me happy
While you bicep bulging behemoths are restraining your capabilities and feeling sappy
You may be laughing, but I at least I'm free
So many times I feel like the ugly duckling
But then I realize you guys are a field of weeds and I am a tree
Out of place, be stronger than you will ever be
And I don't need a girl to like me for a week
When I have a God who will love me eternally

Guys who are just following what they "suppose" to be
Even at one-hundred percent, are still failing
Cause they lack freedom of expression, freedom of hobbies, and freedom of speech
I just don't want to chase a goal that is impossible to meet
We are all human, "Man" is even in the title
We can be ourselves, and still be equal
So if you don't allow yourself to do something you enjoy because it doesn't apply to the cool rules that you suppose to do
Just remind yourself that the only person you are affecting by resisting... is you.