A flame blamed for burning!

An ode to Marred Manhood…

~Maria Syed

 

A burning flame,

a yearning heart,

a man’s world today is torn apart.

Expected to be soft and sensitive,

more agreeable, less assertive,

more apologetic and less defensive,

wearing “nice guy” as their name tag

otherwise, you are a “red flag”,

deep down they all know,

it is all but a façade.

 

By the power vested in me by my creator,

I have tried to capture, the essence of manhood

That is found in texts and scripture…

 

A heart made for wilderness

A mind made for wanderlust

Arms made for sword

Feet made for dust.

A fist made to fight

born with an insatiable longing for battle

a man is, at heart, a knight.

 

Win or lose, but compete

A fuel for the heart to beat

For man is created from untamed earth

Danger, frontier, endeavor

An ancient urge, received at birth.

 

The core yearns for something wild,

Something on the edge, not in the mild

Not in screens, lounges or comfort

But in streams, mountains and burning desert.

Where the rhythm of the heart

Dances with rhythm of the earth.

Not in tracking stocks or drawing chart

But in climbing rocks or chopping a log apart.

Something coarse, the hands crave to caress

Not smartphones, files, or catalogues,

But the roughness of ropes and the swing of an axe.

 

A father can mother, they say,

to me, that’s motherhood gone astray,

for the moonbeam,

however so soothing,

cannot cause a flower to bloom,

unmatched is the sunlight of a mother

who carries the bud in her womb.

 

Marred with accuses, defamed of toxicity,

Gallantry, audacity, nerve, and valor

compelled to cover under a gentle guise

The Creator strengthened to provide and protect,

Masculinity, a virtue disgraced as vice.

 

Guilted for not being emotional,

But when they are

People cannot handle,

For emotions do not always

Fall down in form of saline water,

Anger, frustration, distress and solemnity,

The hombre spirit expresses

in full-spectrum of complexity.

 

Robbed of rights, respect, identity, and worth

The need to be needed gotten stole.                                                    

Scarred the savage spirit, that breathed at birth,

Man, and his virile soul.

 

Veiled as choice, in truth a wile

All By those behind closed doors,

Whom sees none, who sees all,

 Satan and his covert guile.

 

Alas!

Breached, the decree of Devine

The Son of Adam has finally fallen

For the one created from his rib,

At last, managed to break his spine!

 

Manhood, a fierce flame

Supposed to glow,

suppressed to shame,

a flame claimed by almighty,

to fill in the chest of half of humanity,

this masculine flare, a scarlet searing

once meant to light the world,

is now blamed for burning!