thethirstypoetcoToxic Masculinity
Theres all these people in the gym
Don’t really know a thing.
They check the room, make sure they’re fitting in
Wearing clothes they shouldn’t even be fitting in.
Doesn’t help that theres mirrors surrounding,
Its genuinely astounding
How the male body image is changing.
It’s less empowering than the way it used to be.
Gents with the strength in a different sort of fashion,
Compassion
Not splashing their bodies around, in a crowd
To make themselves stand out.
And we’ve the island of love to thank,
TV shows and celeb’s tap into their banks,
They put themselves up on shelves for kids to buy and keep trying
But theres just No denying it leaves them underwhelmed.
Cos their pockets are empty severely
Subscriptions signed up to yearly.
And now the youth of today only care how they look ascetically
Rather than being fit physically.
Smile on the face. Happily. Honesty.
Imagine holding down the fear
Hiding back the tears
Cos its Toxic Masculinity thats got me terrified,
Wear the toxic mask you’re in,
It’s he you should be like.
He you should strive to be alike.
Hurt yourself getting there knowing its not right.
And you never use to care what you were looking like,
Now you only care that you look alike to everyone
The same shape and size
In your eyes your blind to the fact that your thighs will never be aligned.
And it shouldn’t matter what you’re looking like,
But we know that it matters to you.
‘You’re not fat. Your seeing your reflection in
a Cracked mirror
Someone thinner
A car window
Coffee spoon distorting your REAL beautiful figure’.
And look, Just cos you’re in the gym doesn’t mean you’re doing it right
You get uptight, wondering if you’re pumping it right
I’m seeing teens who should be
Out on a bike
Playing football
Climbing a tree
Or even out on a hike.
But they’re cooped up like steroid chickens,
Grains and gains weighed out to intake in.
Shaking. BCAA Protein intaking.
Filter after filter
Tweeting on twitter
For likes saying ‘God, Look at your Figure’
And it messes with their heads see,
It makes them not wanna get dressed, see
Kids are depressed. See me,
I wanna say, ‘Don’t worry about it, I can hear your inner shout it out loud, you’re doubt,
Cos I’ve been there before. Just know that I’m an open door.’
Don’t get me wrong. Its good that you’re in the gym.
Yeah, its good that you’re healthy
I just worry you’ve become so stealthy
To what you’re putting in your system
Blink and I missed them.
You’re becoming what you can’t afford to be.
Cos it costs an arm and a leg
To keep yourself all shred for a life you never should of led.
And your banks seen more Cobwebs and I’m holding on to the thread
Fraying with every word thats unsaid.
The simple question.
ARE YOU OKAY?
Just 3 little words, so simple to say.
But yet day after day we let them slip away and then its too late.
‘I lost my best mate’
And now day after day I have to replay that same pain that I could never restrain.
Don’t fake a smile or
Live in denial, or
Sit in your bedroom cry, or
Wish you’d die.
Life’s worth living despite how you look or dress,
How heavy you can bench push or press.
Just clear your head, try not to stress
Depress those feelings that are taking over.
Cos sooner or later this fad’ll all be over
And sooner or later, you’ll be another year older.
By Matt Concannon
The Thirsty Poet