I am a man.
I am a large man.
I am a large bearded man.
I am a man who uses violence to impose his will on others.
I am a man who uses his passion, volume and fury to punish those who disagree.
I am a man who looks at women and sees his mother, and then realizes he does not like her.

I am a man who goes to bed every night, and somewhere between prayers and sleep, thinks about killing himself.
I am a man who hates being a man.
I am a man who treats other men like paranoids treat the masons, as inhertoirs of a terrible secert that goes unseen.
I am a man who writes because he wants to tell.
I am a man who writes because he wants to lie.

I am a man who is angry at other men.
I am a man who is angry at himself.

I am a man who has come to realize there are many ways to be a man.
I am a man who does not know what being a man is.

I am a man who does not call himself a man.

am i a good boy yet ?