Am I as a man,
To be judged by my net worth?
By chivalrous deeds or a lack thereof?
Must I conform to archaic norms and ridiculous expectations,
that would have us all neatly defined,
As masculine, macho, manly,
Or not even a person?
And really! How fucked up is that?
The idea that not behaving like a silver back gorilla pumped up on testosterone equates to feminine:
The notion that we are,
each other mirrored,
Is equally silly.
The measure of a man,
Is utter bullshit.
We all have traits of both.
I care little for being a good man.
I’ll settle with trying,
To be a good person.