Yes I am a man, and I have a story too.
Though it is unheard, as it is unsaid.
Yes, we are judged for being too skinny or bulky,
Yes, we are the victims of body shaming too.
Yes, it is men's world, but we are spectulated as beast too.
Yes, we have flesh and blood, and my darling we feel the pain too.
Yes, we do respect women, but don't we deserve the same from them too?
Yes we are supposed to be strong, but sometimes do need forehead kiss too.
Yes, we know it's our duty to protect women, but Isn't it is their duty too?
Yes we have a heart , and we feel low at times too.
Yes, we have too many female friends, but aren't Characterless too.
Yes , we drink and smoke, but aren't vulgar too.
Yes, we admire female beauty, but aren't desperate for sex too.
Yes we are men, and we have feelings too.
I'm not begging anything, as we will be judged for being needy.
I'm not ordering anything either, as then we will be titled arrogant.
I'm just saying,
I'm a man, and I am a human too.
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"He sat up the whole night and watched the sun stir up from slumber. Those hideous dark figures under his eyes were terrifyingly a bit bigger today. Caffeine emerged through every functional pore, as tiny scripts in humongous volumes were painfully emphasized in colourful backgrounds.
He was a doctor.
3 A.M. : Their voices wafted through his headphones as he smiled. Appa, Amma, Akka formed frames on the screen. Akka was the most beautiful bride he had ever seen. 'Bing!' the tinkle sounded as he was interruped; "Condition critical. We need you in here right now." He was a doctor.
His hands turned blue and his muscles screamed in protest as he vigorously pumped the collapsing form beneath him. Every knack, every plead seemed to retaliate. Life craftily escaped. A heart grieved. Among mourning family, whispering a prayer, he sadly pulled the fabric over.
He was a doctor.
Mourning turned to wrath. The rods came down upon him, cracking bone to bits. Sore upon sore with every swinging act. Lewd curses and shameful utterence, from a furious breed; with his body shuddering to each velocity. They left him still, in red atmosphere; daring each gasp. Wondering, why, why! was he crowned with such baleful loathe? Where had he faltered from the reverent oath?
He; was a doctor.
I Can't hide the cieling
Lying to the weeks each day of the month
I've prayed and I can't get up
Who cares? I fight death with every ounce of life..my reward is to rest in peace for the rest of my lived ???!
Living in fear every day..I can't escape the hood it covers my mind..and it's over your head like it should be.
Guns say hi and interrupt the conversation
Blood fills the streets
I held my friend hand as he died..
Then it's a Superman yell when I ask God why....I flew to heaven just to see him
He said by praying he felt that I really didn't believe him...so I sent my complaint to mom..but she's drunk cuz staying sober is a job..I held my friend hand when he died
And a bottle of gin convinced me that the devil never lied.