Virility
Have men fallen from grace
to lie flat on their face?
Has feminism subjugated
our inherant masculinity?
To be a lad, a man can be
regarded as being sad.
Yet I stand upright
ready to fight for what is
my very birth right.
I am a man who enjoys
the company of other men.
A fellowship of brothers
with their ribald humour
and innuendos.
Some are deeply masculine
and these I wish to emulate.
Men with strong features
beards and the like.
Those who exhibit the
best of our gender.
I enjoy the variety
and also the gaiety.
I observe their mannerisms
and they way they dress.
Together men behave
more naturally and less
inhibited.
Some are strikingly handsome
whilst others are demure.
Together we form a
sort of tribe,
a belonging,
a need for each other.
This gladdens my heart
and overwhelms my soul.
It restores my belief in my
self worth and self esteem.
I am proud to a member
of this male species.
- Author: Keith Jeffries ( Offline)
- Published: April 14th, 2024 12:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I felt inspired to write this as I feel men have taken the back seat in the modern world.
- Category: Unclassified
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