As a grandmother, my heart has been breaking ever since my grandson found his way into the manosphere. He has changed from an affectionate boy into an angry young man. So much damage done for “likes” by these influencers.
With eyes so blue
And skin like porcelain
Be the angry young man I know today?
At what point did he change?
Was there a moment?
No.
Just the mortar slowly setting.
He has built a wall
Made with bricks of resentment,
Against his siblings,
Against women in general,
Against his father.
Especially against his father.
And now he rages.
Gaslights.
Blames.
Belittles.
His father takes the brunt-
Leftover bricks thrown with rage at the man who once rocked him.
Now I fear the damage is done,
The wall too high,
The rift too wide,
The fire too hot.
Father and son apart-
One inside, the other out.
Neither finding the words
To climb the wall,
To close the rift,
To extinguish the fire.
It is war.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-07-21 at 16:11
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Down Will Come Baby
How could that sweet babyWith eyes so blue
And skin like porcelain
Be the angry young man I know today?
At what point did he change?
Was there a moment?
No.
Just the mortar slowly setting.
He has built a wall
Made with bricks of resentment,
Against his siblings,
Against women in general,
Against his father.
Especially against his father.
And now he rages.
Gaslights.
Blames.
Belittles.
His father takes the brunt-
Leftover bricks thrown with rage at the man who once rocked him.
Now I fear the damage is done,
The wall too high,
The rift too wide,
The fire too hot.
Father and son apart-
One inside, the other out.
Neither finding the words
To climb the wall,
To close the rift,
To extinguish the fire.
It is war.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 40 times
Written on 2025-07-21 at 16:11
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