He is a Man
7 years old,
He chose to dress up his sister’s Barbie doll instead of picking up the ball.
His father smirked.
He was definitely not a man.
When the Principal called him to her room for bunking with his mates, his eyes welled up
Scared of his father’s wrath, unable to fathom his thoughts
Burst into tears;
He was not a man.
In school, he started feeling a little hot in the cheeks when he saw the boys come out of the steam room
Panicked. Unable to understand his hormones;
started sweating and ran out of the room;
Was he a man?
Told his friends, ” I am not into dating, really.”
this time, instead of friendly banter, an awkward silence ensued;
One of his friends saw the truth behind his eyes, overshadowed by guilt
He still, wasn’t a man.
Confused, muddled up, uncertain;
Still went to the queer rally
The place felt like home, with the ones who understood him
That day he felt: Maybe, he was a man.
Crash of the vase, heavy breathing, screams and shouts
his house wasn’t where rules were flout
His photo made it to the newspaper, not the kind you want your family to see;
holding hands with ‘another man’
This time, his father turned him out of the house.
Maybe he wasn’t a man.
No more under the suffocation of the closet
its darkness was engulfing him, the walls were closing in
The time had come for him to search for his identity
He started feeling like a man.
A few years later
Kissed his lover standing at the altar
Some places do indeed allow ‘illegal’ love to blossom
The ‘another man’ proudly acclaims,
“He is my man.”
And that day it dawned upon him,
He always was one, just needed someone to make him believe in that.
‘He is a Man’ is a tale about someone who committed a ‘crime’. I will leave this poem for you to understand. No explainations here.
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