For the Men

Brother can't talk.

I sit on the couch, talk to my nan, telling her to keep her head up, letting her know she can.

And there's the man, stranger, my brother, standing in the room.

And as we talk, say its going to be okay for you nan,

There's my brother, he's another going through.

He doesn't think he can talk,

No one's told him he can.

And even if I sat and listened, he wouldn't speak,

For fear of demeaning his man.

He acts and sits so neutral,

How are you uncle?

I'm okay, how are you?

How's your job, the same as always.

And it pulls me from the inside, these secrets that he hides.

And you can tell he's furious, he'll shout sometimes,

But its not that- it's the songs he listens too, he knows he's been defied.

Because we make our masculine men hide.

We make our masculine men hide.

Why?

They want more than anything to open up inside,

But who's listening?

Some little girl from England?

They think they'll only get mocked by people.

They're suppressed because so much emotion is left, for the females to pour,

And whilst we're patting them, we don't open the door, for any more.

Females calm down,

Let's settle a score,

Can't we please sit and talk?

I saw you walk away.

I want everyone here, without fear, telling me about themselves.

Themselves.

Who are they, they don't know.

Will anyone ever know if they can't sigh and let themselves go?

Brother if you need me to listen, with your permission, I'll be here.

4 O'clock in the night and I wouldn't let you talk-

I let you walk.

But I promise, if you have something to tell me, might as well be me; because in the hours I can listen, if I can see, I'm here.

This is to my brother, no other, It's not for the females- I've heard all their tales.

I'm reaching out a hand to my brother.

Uncle test it, talk to me, say one thing out of the ordinary.

I'll ask you if you're okay, and just say no to me.

It's a plea, for you to speak your thoughts, to have your thoughts,

To not be bought off by modern day man,

Cause hardly anyone can, be like that.

And it;s not negative, its completely sane, moods like it will come again, but whilst your sad, or angry, or lonely, or in pain, just know I'm here uncle, and I will be again.

It's to my uncle, it's not about you, not about family, it doesn't have to be so serious,

Just take a cup of coffee with me,

And if you don't want the negativity, then just talk to me.

Open up, not so detailed as a book,

Male friend talk to me, I'll see, I'll talk to you sober, I don't need a hangover I want to remember what you told me.

I know hardly anything about you father,

And I've known you for years,

This is for all the fathers who are afraid to shed tears.

I'm here.

Guys I'm here.