*Macho*

*Macho*

--Man--

Gotta make yourself look good

So you hate

Dominate

Aggravate

Discriminate

Hit her, push her, shove her

Keep going brother

You gotta show

yourself

society

everybody

That you're a man

Insecure

Scared

Weak and pathetic

In my eyes

you don't

deserve

that

breath

I bet you're glad

Huh macho man

that I don't

decide

your

fate

How many bruises

trips to the

hospital

Near-death experiences

Mental

anguish

What will it take

For you to

change

Or -

Are you not

programmed that way?

Blame

We all want to blame

society

parenting

history - your past

Instead of pointing fingers

we could do things

different

Who the

hell

do you think you are?

Does it make you

feeeeeeeeeel

good?

Does it make you

feeeeeeeeeel

strong?

Have you finally reached that sense of accomplishment, of sustenance, of belonging that you have been searching for for so long?

And how long

will it last?

If only you could see yourself

a mirror reflection

But the mirror is shattered, shards dripping with her blood, a broken body, broken soul, lying before you.

How much will you take

before you take it all?

And then, on that day

will you feel macho?

Because you,

you can't see who you are

You're no

*Macho*

*Macho*

--Man--

You aren't a man at all.