Masculinity

By Naadir & Charles

A man has yet taken shape under the sun at dawn, when the shadows fall. Not traced by steel, nor guided by kingship, but by the stubborn will to learn. It isn’t bloodshed or the strong-arm of might that grants a man power, but steady courage in the night. The gentle touch, the eyes that follow, the silent tear he won’t show. He stands like oak petrified against the storm, yet bows down like willow in gusts. His heart is a compass, much sturdy and true, with his worth in what he dares to do.