He came in with a smile
That lit up the cynic within my heart.
I wanted to push him away;
Keep him at arm's length.
He needed to understand what distance meant.
Boy was I proven wrong.
He knew the definition, alright.
Right down to the bone.
I was expecting a lost boy,
Drooling at the chin.
Not a typical man who came in,
Took my hand, and gave me a freebie,
Without saying goodbye, the proper way.
Why do men have all the power?
Why can they pick and choose?
Leaving a good heart to dwindle in the open air?
Why the hell do they get away with it?
Hearts are not toys.
Hearts are not games.
A heart is the most valued gift of all.
A man who takes a good heart for granted
Needs to be punished.
Heavily overdosed with karma
In the end, though
They get the upper hand.
It is not fair,
It is never fair.
Women are strong and beautiful.
We have wisdom—the kind a dirty man could never possess.
He has no smarts.
All he has is his lingering libido.
How sick is that?
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We Can Win
PoetryThese are poems I created while still in college. Sociology being one of my passions of mine. I consider myself a forever student. The title poem was influenced by a Gender Studies course, one with a cross-cultural perspective. Learning about the...
