to be a man

i am a man. but what does it mean?
to be clear, it is not about my flat chest
and what is in my pants. it is not even
that i am three times more likely to take
my own life than an average woman is,
compared to whom my life expectancy
is four years shorter anyway, or that i could
be one of the vast majority of rough sleepers
or prison inmates. the problem is, i feel
lost. is this what lycurgus foresaw? maybe.
i am just not convinced i would like to live
like a lacedaemonian.

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