Big man

Wed, 03/16/2016 - 21:19 -- Panacea

Six foot eigth inch man.

Protein shake with each meal man.

400 squat every other day man.

300 bench each and every day man.

Callouses and broad shoulders.

Huge hands that move boulders.

Stereotyped every inch of his body.

But the gym was just his hobby.

Feared man.

Beard man.

Eat steak for each meal man.

No smile on his face man.

No taste with his shape man.

As if these things weren't true.

I guess the stereotype has left me blue.

Man loves man man.

Gentle touch, I speak of future.

Yes of course I am a body builder.

So although I "fit in" if you read what wasn't written on my body youd know.

That snuggling and cuddling are past times.

I own a couple pairs of leggings for these rare times.

Big heart suffocating in big secrets.

This big guy is extremely sensitive.

Saving mother nature is his incentive.

Saving all these animals became his revalation.

Get to know me witness my transformation.

Bumping to the stereo as if these types didn't exist.

I'm not all about making gains and staying ripped.

I have manners, friend. I don't double dip.

Never a tool, I'm too intelligent.

Becoming love, I'll never struggle with being romantic.

Ill give you hope just keep up with the kids antics.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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