Be

I was brought up in a era when
Fathers absent... Mothers play the heroine..
Seems we addicted to the  culture...like we smoking heroin
Where in
Some men
Are told to be strong...keep it in...
If he crumbles under pressure... Folks ridicule him...
Full of anger....no one is listening
Point yall missing...
Feed me that you're such a strong man...
Failing to understand
If I'm asking for help
That strength is a figment of your imagination
And doing nothing to help this situation
Whirlwind of emotions
Even with this piece I'm posting
The rage just trickles
Wish it was simple
I could just clear my mind
But I can't seem to find
Peace
At least
Not now
Can't even see how
But see, I was raised in an era when
Men
Were told to keep it bottled in....
Swallow their pride
Keep it all inside
Not me....
Don't care how others view me...
Just not the way I'm gonna be.