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They Don't Teach us how to Grieve

They don't teach young men
How to grieve.

Be a man,
Stand strong,
Men don't cry,
They say.

That's how we are made.

Somewhere,
There's a conveyor belt
Constantly chucking out
Boys, with pent-up toxic emotions,
Shoulders hunched
under the weight of society's expectations.

There's a piece of wood in my mouth
I bite hard on it
praying I don't black out
As I saw off
another weakness I saw in the mirror.

Something about
Better to enter the Kingdom
With one arm...

I don't know...

A brother died today,
his wounded pride
Poisoned by the bad blood
From the infection
Where he cut off his weaknesses.
He cut, kept cutting
Till there was nothing left.

They don't teach young men
How to grieve,
I'm hurting and I don't know how to deal...

*****October 12, 2017*****


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