NOT the IDEAL MAN ... ( Archived) (3)

NOT THE IDEAL MAN


I may not be an ideal man,

But at least I am real.


I may be short in stature,

But not of ideas, and dreams.

I may use four wheels for locomotion,

But I won’t take you for a ride.

I may be physically weaker than the average,

But I am strong in character and

Prepared to defend what I believe in.


I may have a way with words,

But they cannot fully explain who I am.

My life cannot be written down on paper,

Symbols on a page cannot express my being.


My longing for love and to share, who I am,

Being witness to the cycle of life and death,

To the eyes of those who judged me

Even before opening my mouth.


Yes, I can love - but am not faultless either.

I can laugh but also cry.

I can share the joy and the pain,

Of our temporary existences.


I know that we can only be with each other,

For a while. We remain alone in the passage

Of space and time.


To know me, you have to observe the empty space,

The silences that give meaning to my words.

The pauses that give music to the symphony called life.


I am only human.


I may look different,

But so would you.

To me.


I’m only special by virtue

Of being unique.

Like you.

No, I am not your ideal man,

For that would be stuff of fiction.

Simply An abstraction.

Devoid of humanity.

(Note: Lifted from my personal blog. In this poem I express the way I am, how I feel and some of my thoughts and feelings. It shouldn't be read as a sad poem and is more of a 'confession' of sorts. It's also a subtle critique of gender/disablist ideas about what being human means)

[quote=Namuh}

My longing for love and to share, who I am,

Being witness to the cycle of life and death,

To the eyes of those who judged me
Even before opening my mouth.





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