The first time I got in a fight

I was twelve years old

He was my best friend

Yet we traded blows like

We were strangers

It only lasted a few

Minutes before

Bruised and bleeding from the lip

We stopped

And shook hands

Like men are supposed to.


I’ve hung up my gloves long since then


Is a cheap façade

Designed to preserve our


If I figured that out at

Just twelve years old

What is the excuse of men

Grown men

Who still push

This image on themselves?


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at:
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2 Responses to Masculinity

  1. Hi Greg,
    Thank you for visiting my blog! I sometimes write poems as an equivalent in words to a drawing or sketch…a layered impression of feelings and images. Writing stories is a little more challenging for me because of the more linear expression. I enjoyed reading your poem-post about masculinity. 🙂


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