A real man, they say, stands tall and decides,
He doesn’t sit back or run and hide.
He won’t make excuses or play pretend,
Because only a boy is not ready to attend.
The real man plans the date with care,
He doesn’t just ask, “What would you like?” and leave it there.
He takes the lead, he chooses the place,
Knowing that effort is never disgrace.
A boy gets scared of “Let’s talk it through,”
He stumbles on silence, unsure what to do.
But a man understands that communication Is the key
to something that’s great and mean to be.
He’s not afraid to protect and provide,
He doesn’t see his nature
as a wound to his pride.
—How sexy are real men,
When they Respect and give
They’re proud of their way their honor lives.
So tell me now, noble knight,
Are you the real man who gets it right?
Or just a boy, lost in his pride,
Afraid to be real and stand by her side?
By yiset naizir