Off it goes

Straight eyes looking down my bare body. Blood runs down my thighs as I look up at the sky. A sigh of relief. Off it goes A thing that tied me to my childhood. 25th of November I have been reborn. They say pain makes a strong man, and smiling through the agony makes him stronger. I believe in no such thing and yet I smile. Straight eyes looking down my bare body. Blood running down my thighs. Eyes waiting to witness my reaction. Do I cry or do I smile? Do I bring shame to my family or do I make them proud? Straight eyes looking down my bloody body. Am I now a man?