In the Forge of Masculinity:
In the quiet dawn, where shadows meet light,
A figure stands tall, framed by the fight...
With hands wrought by labor, and heart forged in fire,
He walks through the world, a strong, silent sire...
Not just of brawn, but of spirit and grace,
In his laughter and kindness, a tender embrace....
A warrior, yes, but a poet at night,
In the depths of his dreams, he takes to the flight...
He carries the weight of the world on his chest,
Yet understands fully that strength is to rest...
In vulnerability, there lies the true might,
A voice that can soften the darkness with light...
He honors the women, the wisdom they share,
In each sacred bond, there's a strength that's laid bare.
For masculinity blooms in the soil of respect,
In empathy’s garden, our hearts intersect....
A protector of dreams, a builder of peace,
In the storms of existence, he seeks to release
The burdens of others, to listen, to care,
For masculinity’s essence is love laid out bare...
In the laughter of children, in stories retold,
In the moments of courage when fear takes a hold,
He finds his true self, in the dance and the sway,
In the tapestry woven of night into day...
So let us redefine what it truly can mean,
To be strong and be tender, to stand and to lean.
For in every heartbeat, in kindness so grand,
Lies a new kind of hero, together we stand...
