There are men out there
whose words are not weapons
but bridges,
built from understanding,
from the patience of knowing
that some lessons take time.
They don't teach us
with harshness or pride,
but with the steady hand
of someone who understands
that to be a man
is not to claim power
over others,
but to lift them up
when they fall.
They don't demand we be perfectâ
they only ask that we be true.
And in their presence,
we find the strength to stand taller,
to trust in the man we are becoming,
without the fear of being broken.
In the way they speak,
in the way they listen,
we learn that being a man
is not about dominance or cruelty,
but about grace,
and kindness,
and knowing when to lead,
and when to stand beside someone
in quiet solidarity.