Another page of my book ‘so called life…

Everyone told me I need to be strong and a man I should be. 

Not to shed tears not to cry out.

Boys should be strong & successfull as well. The power of race, our salaries will tell, When we are hurt our eyes dont leak.

Emotions are for girls and boys are never weak, the pain is never less, we are humans too…

In the world of genders, we also grew. But believe me a bit, I wont ever cry.

I will stand strong, I will fight till I die…

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