How does it feel to see a grown man cry?
And if that man is your man, how would react?
So many times you say you need a man to be sensitive, but ridicule him when he's caught in the act

You constantly claim men are cold and unfeeling
But we're damned whether we do or we don't
If I told you I loved you and then tears started to fall
Would you hold me or turn and run home?

This is one of many crosses that we learn to bear
while you continue to preach that we don't seem to care
But when I write a poem for you, so scented and flowery
you turn to your friend-girl and secretly question my sexuality?

If I sang you a song,
If I built you a home,
each act done with my strong, veined hands
Would you still profess to contest my manhood
or choose to walk with me across burning sands?

One minute you want conversation,
the next second you demand brute strength
But a man is only a human being,
and I cannot be your everything

I refuse to shoulder all of your insecurities and expectations
In fact, today is a new day
And this is a REAL man's proclamation:

You either love me
or you don't
You'll either realize that you need me
or you won't

So when a grown man cries
realize that he's down to the core
the very essence of what he was placed on this earth for
Allow him to be and just understand
That you will never truly comprehend the thoughts of a man