[Author's note: I'm currently at a catholic high school, and our religion class is teaching us "Theology of the Body" (basically religious views on sexuality, chastity, and other junk I don't particularly care about). My teacher gave us one of the assignments in the workbook, which was to write a poem that "creatively helps others realize why men and women do not make sense without each other-the two were made for union with each other." We could write any kind of poem on this topic, but we would have to read it in front of the entire class.
The assignment originally infuriated me-and the fact that I would have to read my work to my classmates didn't make it any better. I finally decided I would just tackle it from a different angle, even if it wasn't quite what the assignment asked for. I read it to the class, everyone seemed to like it, my teacher didn't seem to notice anything wrong with it, and a few friends told me I ought to post it online. So here it is. Enjoy.]
The jokes have all been made, mostly by the boys-
How a world run by women would result in endless noise,
How each day would be filled with talk of clothes and endless chatter
(And the fights that occurred would likely be caused by the latter).
But if it were flipped, if the boys ran the universe,
The girls joke that it would surely be a horrible curse-
A world filled with men who won't wash their clothes
(No one stops for directions-these travelers are pros).
But a world with only one or the reverse-?
That, all can agree, would be a whole lot worse.
Scientifically speaking, the human race would die out,
This is the absolute truth, without a doubt.
To continue the cycle, to make certain we don't slip,
To make sure that our race is more than a blip-
A blip on a screen, just a speck in the infinite void,
To make certain that our race isn't entirely destroyed,
Both men and women must exist, they must continue to love,
To continue the life cycle under eyes from above.
But, though the race cannot continue without one or the other,
We still must remember to love one another.
Addendum:
Love does not discriminate,
Love does not hate.
Lovers have their differences, in that there's no shame,
But sometimes, some parts of them are one and the same.
Does this diminish the way they feel?
No, not at all-their love is just as real.
True love cannot be denied-
It can't. Don't worry. They've already tried.
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