I’m supposed to see the world as my oyster
Make decisions with precision
Keep pushing and not dwell on my wrong decisions
I’m supposed to make it happen
I’m supposed to be that guy
That guy that’s there
Here and everywhere
I want to be that guy
But what happens when I doubt that guy?
I drive home wondering what I’m supposed to say
At times things get so hard I can’t even pray
All the openings seem shut
And I get this worrying feeling inside my gut
But I’m the man
That man
Yet sometimes everyone seems to forget I’m just a mere man
I wanna scream somedays
I wanna cry
I wanna put my head in a good space
I wanna fly
I wanna make all my worries disappear
I wanna dig deep and make all myself doubt die
But here I am
The outlets I’m supposed to turn to are my triggers
But I stand as a man
An embodiment of what is good
Sociable and determined
Surrounded by many
Yet alone
This is me
Man
I know I should speak to my friends about God
And I get tongue tied
But when we talk about sports
The ideas and the arguments come off the fly
Don’t even get me started about when we talk about women
That’s a topic I have endless freedom in
But putting my friends and family in check
On my moral and ethical issues
Then my shyness sets in
And I know what I should do
But the things I really want to do are the hardest for me
I’m supposed to keep it real
Be honest and straightforward
I try
I really do
But where is the confirmation that it is okay to keep trying as a result of not always succeeding
Mama told me not to cry as kid
Dad told me to defend myself on the playground but never get into trouble
So I do what I have to do
I have done so for years
Bottled up feelings and emotions like fine wine looking to age
Now I’m cold
Like that barreled wine in a basement cellar
Cold
Now my last 2 relationships have ended because I’m too cold
Not sensitive enough
When my training in feelings was not extensive enough
I’m supposed to make you smile
Make you laugh
But I find myself travelling through a mine field of your feelings
Trying to avoid the next attack
The next attack on my wall of man
My sense of invincibility
The one that prevents me from telling you I really love you
Or telling you that I’m terrified it’s time to meet your mother
That same sense of invincibility that makes me just a little anxious
When the doctor says “cough for me please”
But I take it like a man though
In a society with very little positive outlets for feelings
I have to find a way to get these feelings out
If your man goes to church to let them out
Great
If he doesn’t yet
Pray
Because the body is like a train station
Certain emotions come in and miss their ride
Some come in and never get off
I know I should have asked you out
I have been watching you for a minute
Not stalking
Just observing
Yet I’m too busy wasting my time
Time on girls more concerned about their likes on Instagram than their education
Girls more skilled in shopping than cooking
But real women like you
I seem to just waste time with
And when I’m ready
It’ll be too late
So much for being a man right
I broke up with you without good reason
Told you I just wanted to grow
Right before love season
I expected you to understand that I wasn’t man enough for you
And you deserve better
But the truth was the fear of being serious with you had me panic
I worried more about how you feel about my wallet
Than how you’d feel about me
My bank account wasn’t ready
So my heart has to comply
Decisions of a man
My friends say she’s a “good” girl and I should marry her
After cleaning out the food she made at my house
I elect to not consult God
My crew said she’s dope
So it’s a wrap
Now I’m sitting in my bathroom
The only room in this house where I have peace
Wondering why the woman I married
Fried my plantain with engine oil
Oh man!
This is not a forum to make excuses for men
We have our flaws
I elect to watch sports on Sunday instead of making it early to church
I choose to buy size12 shoes with a slight heel for extra support to hide my “real” height
I shave my head every 2 weeks to hide my bald spot
And oh, I drank that milkshake at 2am in the morning
And I haven’t been to the gym in 2weeks
I’m a man though
Let me live
This is to let the men out there know
It’s okay
To be you
Be true to you
Make the mistakes you will
And learn from them
Live right and be fair
Sometimes this “job” might get overwhelming
Take a walk
Let out a scream
Cry
Lay to God your plight
It’s not easy
We know
But you can do and we also know
Embrace your insecurities
And feed on your fears as they drive you
So what if you can’t drive after midnight
Or you know you’ll pass out in the delivery room
Or your friends don’t really know you can’t change a tire
It’s okay
It’s okay to be that man
To be true to who you are
You should be comfortable with him but motivated to better him
I do suggest you learn how to change a tire though
Triple A takes 45mins to 1hr on weekends
Today I speak to you man
Don’t stand up and show support
Instead go home reflect
Reflect on you
And how you can be better
Remember to be true to yourself
And ladies
It will be nice if we could have some pie after all that reflecting
Don’t worry we’ll go the gym tomorrow
Or maybe the day after
Or the one after
Don’t worry, we’ll get there someday to work it off
But for now
Let me just be me
The man with a goal and stuffed gut of pie
Just make sure it’s not on a Saturday night
Because if I miss church tomorrow
You know who I’m blaming for it.
Adewus4real
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