Masculine Vulnerability (feat. Al Terigo)

I opened my wounded heart to you Vulnerably expressing my emotional needs with truth But Your dissonance Reflects contradictions that my feelings will not be honored or safe with you Despite the emotional intelligence begged for by a womans point of view Isn't it so skewed In a world of dillusions We are- fresh fruit Tough skin but Easily bruised, Hey Ladies, Come close, let me tell you why we search for a motherly love… because she was the last woman to comfort and hold us when we cried, We weren't rejected and denied For many, we will search our whole lives with rose colored eyes while being exploited by women who lied to themselves and to us But real mean don't cry Perceived as cold hearted This male stigma completely disregarded built a house of cards with a broken truss. Which is broken trust I mean, you honestly think we are supposed to hold everything up?! And society wonders when we embraced this bitter taste of us Resentfully we are seen just as strength No place for a gentle touch No place for a comforting hug more like gaslighting excuses for why we soft and we don't provide enough We supposed to be men, so man up What the f*ck? Treated like we ain't got soulful feelings My spirit disagrees, it respectfully speaks What My spirit desperately seeks A woman Who loves, accepts, and supports that I be vulnerably me. As I do for her Because ALL men, just like ALL women, just like all of humanity want a safe space to breakdown and be supported in our pain To receive strength without shame for our weakness To be encouraged and loved. So yeah basically A woman who shows up with genuine adoration, respect and reciprocity To love me, as I will love her with the reverence of divinity I hope we can break cycles, so please listen to the wounded heart of this matter The words of the battered and broken portrayed with an "S" in the middle of a diamond on the chest of a man in a cape But that diamond has and will break So let me provide some clarity This started long before our first breath as an entity being nurtured inside the womb of our mother- we were kicking for attention Because all we ever wanted Was to breathe To exist and to be To be seen and acknowledged As The light The dark The tough The soft and everything in-between Not as a man or a woman but the spirit residing within the body of this human being.