“It is unheard of, we do not indulge in such rubbish.
See this, it is the color of virility.
Of true manliness.”
I am uncolored, my virility goes beyond the skin.
“Authority becomes us, it is our place to lead.
See this, it is the forehead of all reason.
Of true dogma.
I am non-dogmatic, my leadership thrives on cooperation.
“Second to God we stand unbroken
See this rod, it is the rod of procreation.
Of true power.
I am unbroken, my power depends not a rod but on love.
I am a boy loved by: a mother, daughter, sister,
why should I become a man threatened by them?
Written for literary lions challenge – boy. Sorry it’s nine words more than required.
A to Z challenge – Unbroken.
lifehomeandaway 
Love what you did with the italics there, it gave good perspective.
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Hi Chioma,
You have a gift of presenting words like an artfully arranged bouquet.
I chuckled naughtily at “Rod of procreation”, I imagined a sturdy steel pipe from which flowed an endless stream of squealing and laughing babies. Blame my over-active imagination. 😀
Indeed, the manliness of a real man does not come from this rod. A secure man shows strength in a manner that portrays love.
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Thanks Nedoux!
Gosh, your imagination has me blushing. 🙂
Indeed a secure man shows strength in a manner that portrays love.
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