I AM A MAN
I am a man
My maturity breeds perspective
My experience gives me choice
I am a man
I take responsibility for my actions
There is respect in my voice
I am so strong inside
I know my mind
I am in control
Of the situations I find
I stand firm
I can be aggressive
But violence
Is merely oppressive
I am a man
Not afraid to show compassion
I do not fear to cry
I want the full gamut
Of my emotions
In whatever I try
I am a man
I feel I think
Not with the boot or fist
I’m no missing link
I have strong urges
I have to succeed
I compete
I bleed
I am a man
Opher 5.6.95
I grew up in an age where men were standing up for peace, love, equality and freedom. It was an age of non-violence and forceful opposition. We stood up for what we believed in with passion but not violence.
The fashion changes.
I was dismayed to see the macho male culture flourish with all its posturing and aggression. I was even more dismayed to see it being encouraged by females.
We had an extremely unpleasant incident in our area where a group of young men severely beat up another young man. It was never clear why the attack took place. The incident was filmed on their phones and put up on the web. It was horrendous to see and hear. They punched and kicked him to the ground as an excited crowd egged them on. The girls were shrieking for the lads to kick him and stamp on him. It was disgusting.
I am a man. I do not feel the need to prove that with cruel, vicious brutality. That is not manly. That is primitive behaviour. We should be better than that. We have to be in control.
A real man is not subject to his hormones; he rises above them. He is in control of his mind. To resort to violence is the domain of a mindless thug.
I am a caring man, a twenty first century man, a compassionate man and that makes me all the more.
Yet again, Opher, we’re in basic agreement. Though I would have used the word “tolerance” in place of “respect.”
I see there was an incident in Driffield two days ago, where a youth beat up a police support officer. I don’t know if that’s the incident you meant; but the local press report I read didn’t say anything about there being a group of young men, or about there being any girls there.
It’s a poem that was written a while ago about an incident in Beverley.