Men Who Bleed

Men Who Bleed

There is a voice
that barely whispers
in the dark.

Eyes watching
from the shadows
beyond.

Lingering on the fringe
of a society
that shuts them
out.

Those who must
suffer voiceless
in a world deaf
to their pleas.

How unfortunate
for them that they
fail to conform
to the status quo
of what gender roles
should be.

Isolated in their pain
feeling ridicule
behind every passing eye
every snigger falling
like a hammers blow.

When will they too
be able to come forth
into the light.

How readily they
are judged as monsters
for their errs and evils.

Yet when they weep
or slip between the cracks
they are stripped bare
of their masculine identity.

Shuddering in the corner
severed from society
they swallow their pain
in private rooms
in fear of the daylight.

11:36 PM - 11/29/2009 - post comment

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