My brother tells me not to mind his face
Right before he begins to cry, he’s 15.
My dad looks the other way when his voice cracks, he’s 40.
My uncle looks at the table during his thanksgiving toast, He’s 38.
At what age did we start to tell men that emotions are weakness? We want gentlemen but our men can’t be gentle and they can’t scared, or tired, or anything other than a mans man.
I can’t undo the mistakes of the past, but I can try for a better future.
So when he sits on the edge of the bed in the dark, I sit too.
