I saw two men yesterday on the street.
they weren't masculine
they weren't hot
they weren't very confident
they hadn't very expensive car.
I think they've only had 5 springs behind.
they were Men.
they were holding hands
on the street.
they were happy and proud
on the street.
they still think love is something we shouldn't hide
on the street.
I hope that when they'll know: "man shouldn't hold hands", "man shouldn't cry even if it hurts", "man shouldn't be sensitive, should be strong and without tears on their face" ,
they will remember.
that they were Men before anyone tried to teach them how to be them.
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