i’ve said it before.
imma keep saying it.
men are prized to rise...
to raze the old ways,
to demonstrate the meaning of brut strength and masculine power...to remind us of what we’ve forgotten and reclaim what’s been taken...to embody that with great power comes ever greater responsibility.
to stand in the mirror and to remove just the first mask...
and to cradle and protect the women they’ve been holding down,
to stand down to them,
to embrace and hold up on their broad shoulders the wisdom of the mothers of this earth.
and, in turn, to bask in the limitless grace of her love,
to be renewed by it...and to save the world.