Me too, me too
Don’t forget about me.
Clamoring to comprehend the darkness
That seems to bubble up unending from below.
Entertainment, restaurants, cleaning staff, Supreme Court
Presidential, blue collar, white collar, no collar.
My grandmother, mother, my aunts, my experience
My daughters and now my granddaughter.
When will it end?
We, the people,
the mothers and the fathers,
The aunts and the uncles.
The grandmothers and grandfathers
The teachers and the coaches
We must be doing something wrong.
Raising boys to be men
Be strong, don’t show your feelings,
Pound your friends and enemies
Take what you want
Instead of good people –
Kind, respectful, gentle, humble does not seem to fly
Tough, strong, unemotional, virile, fearless is the bottom line
How and when did we go so wrong?
Who hid the soul of our men?
They suffer from isolation and fear and loneliness
In their barricaded lives of fear.
Me too – they silently implore
Me too – longing for tenderness.
Above: My daughters in the mid 80’s
Below: Two of my four grandsons