Poem by Andrew Ogun, illustration by Marianna Ostrowska
People say that there is strength in being
I don’t even know the definition of that word.
There are no weaknesses flowing through my veins,
There are no chinks in my armour,
No flaws in my flow.
People say that there is strength in showing your
I think they call it
Or something like that.
It all seems a bit childish to me, children are the only people that cry
When things don’t go their way.
Men though, men don’t need to shed tears
You see, we deal with things using fists,
Wielding our ego just like King Arthur and his sword.
When our ego decides to take a break, men that once had
Life by its horns become silenced,
Soulless beings just like artificial intelligence.
You see most of us (men I mean, not humanity)
Dance with depression
From time to time.
She can look more impressive than us on the dance floor
But in the end, we’re the ones that get the
Round of applause.
Except when we don’t, and then eternal darkness seems
Like the most desirable option.
Words: Andrew Ogun
Images: Marianna Ostrowska
Editor: Amber Patterson