Masculine Vulnerability ft. Al Terigo Lyrics

I opened my wounded heart to you

Vulnerably expressing my emotional needs with truth

But Your dissonance

Reflects contradictions that my feelings will not be honored or safe with you

Despite the emotional intelligence begged for by a womans point of view

Isn't it so skewed

In a world of dillusions We are- fresh fruit

Tough skin but Easily bruised,

Hey Ladies,

Come close, let me tell you why we search for a motherly love…

because she was the last woman to comfort and hold us when we cried,

We weren't rejected and denied

For many, we will search our whole lives with rose colored eyes while being exploited by women who lied to themselves and to us

But real mean don't cry

Perceived as cold hearted

This male stigma completely disregarded built a house of cards with a broken truss.

Which is broken trust

I mean, you honestly think we are supposed to hold everything up?!

And society wonders when we embraced this bitter taste of us

Resentfully we are seen just as strength

No place for a gentle touch

No place for a comforting hug more like gaslighting excuses for why we soft and we don't provide enough

We supposed to be men, so man up

What the fuck?

Treated like we ain't got soulful feelings

My spirit disagrees, it respectfully speaks

What My spirit desperately seeks

A woman

Who loves, accepts, and supports that I be vulnerably me. As I do for her

Because ALL men, just like ALL women, just like all of humanity

want a safe space to breakdown and be supported in our pain

To receive strength without shame for our weakness

To be encouraged and loved.

So yeah basically A woman

who shows up with genuine adoration, respect and reciprocity

To love me, as I will love her with the reverence of divinity

I hope we can break cycles, so please listen to the wounded heart of this matter

The words of the battered and broken portrayed with an "S" in the middle of a diamond on the chest of a man in a cape

But that diamond has and will break

So let me provide some clarity

This started long before our first breath as an entity being nurtured inside the womb of our mother-

we were kicking for attention

Because all we ever wanted

Was to breathe

To exist and to be

To be seen and acknowledged

As The light

The dark

The tough

The soft and everything in-between

Not as a man or a woman but the spirit residing within the body of this human being.