He wore everything right
He stood tall with pride
but people
no
society
hated him when he cried
through every generation
there were men
who trampled like boys
their egos took over their sensitivity
and left the man
who understood the equal rights
of every human who had ever lived
bleak and completely tired of their intoxicating reality
his tears flowed as slow as time
his eyes faded with men's lies
and their ability to tell the truth
unreliable as broken as ticking lies
His tie is now disheveled
his tears still stain society's lines
which were straggled and undefined
his pride never fell
but his heart was in shambles
beyond himself
society has taken a true toll on everyone else
but it hasn't stained his pristine clothes
it hasn't wiped his flowing tears at all
it has tarnished the firm belief
that the tears a man sheds
are nonexistent
and taken with moral disbelief
that a man who cries
or a boy who weeps
does not deserve a role
a place
a time
in society
a man who flows with the equality of rights
is merely a sissy in boys' eyes
the man who tried
the man who did not lie
the man who shuddered beneath the world to conjure the glory of life
was
and will be
the man who cried
