being a Male

There are doors that slammed against my face and my brother’s, not because we were weak, not because we weren’t ready, but because our gender betrayed us. We carried strength, discipline, and hunger, yet the world opened itself only to those willing to open their legs for pleasure. Not opportunities transactions. Not doors altars where dignity is sacrificed for shortcuts disguised as “favor.” And we watched it all not with envy but with the quiet rage of men who chose honour over cheap promotion process over prostitution. If standing firm makes us lose today, so be it for the world never forgets men who rise without staining their names.