To Make A Grown Man Cry

Florence Mango

It always sounds lovely

to make a grown man cry.

But I recoil at his sadness,

when he sees the blood

of wounds he never cared to pack.

Paramnesia;

We all make mistakes.

We all deserve a little grace.

 

A ghost, maybe a mother

or a sister, says,

“No, child, keep screaming.”

But once I say it, I don't mean it.

Once I raise my hand,

I'm the hitter.

I raise my voice, and I'm the man.

 

Maybe that’s why I sob

when I push the words out. 

I want to be a baby.

I don’t want to be like him.

  • Author: Florence Mango (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2022 08:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: Standing up for yourself, especially against someone powerful, can feel like a losing battle. In quietness, you can assure yourself that you are not like them, that you're not contributing to the anger, that you're innocent. There's always a strange guilt in popping their bubble and showing them the damage they've done. Sometimes, the only solace is knowing that you've been nothing but graceful.
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