The illusion of masculinity

Surfacing from the ashes, my stubble and mustache appeared

Once a secret only known to me, I could now become whole and complete as I showed my masculine prowess

Sculpted with muscles and a scent of musk, my hunger gripped me like a mirage; eating through the eyes of lust was an ultimate betrayal

The power I felt knowing I was wanted, superseded the wisdom it took to be a man

All I could do was imagine the possibility of shaking the male world into submission

The ultimate image of power and confidence a few feet in front of me

I reached into my leather sack and pulled out the most threatening weapon of all

I placed them on my feet and walked amongst the crowds

My masculinity caused a severe vulnerability amongst men

The heals would threaten the most iconic images of manhood

As I lifted my head amongst such fascination and distain, I rose above them all; I turned my head and walked into the future

The illusion of masculinity was left behind like shrapnel

I turned around and smirked as I became the most powerful of them all

My heals cut through the dirt like one thousand blades

I didn’t turn around, as there was only possibility in front of me

The liberation of all to see

The facades of men were left behind, as they consumed their time grooming what was only temporary

At the flick of a razors edge, would deflate the mightiest

The illusion of masculinity crumbled under my feet, as I stepped over each one of them

Carl Meadows

February 9, 2015