strong man

He is a strong man,

in sense of stature-

in sense of posture-

not in sense of character.

Though, on better days,

I know he would give

the shirt off his back.

He loves me;

he just has a hatred in him-  

A hatred that boils his blood,

and hardens his fists-

a hatred that blackens my skin,

and leaves me silent, questioning

what defines a strong man.

PoetryEmily Pickerd