He makes it all right
He makes it all okay
He makes me able to smile every day
Crumpling my incoherent confidence
good god glory
why do I glorify a man so impure
lord I pray for him
I repent his sins for he has crossed the womb that he was carried within
you son of a loving caring intelligent strong willed and courageous woman
how dare you testify against loving eyes
strip her chest bare and resent her for being bare
tell her to stay in her place when she put you in yours
as a child
you were told to be a man
as a son
you were told to be a man
as a man,
you were told to have respect
that seems to be the part you forget
and then you give glaring red eyes back
vessels popping pistol popping rage of a man for a man for a woman for women who you claim to "not stand"
back to the kitchen you go but your hair says stay
please stay
put your hands in me on me of me please me please love me
look in my eyes I'm no deceiver
you're the retriever of this heart of mine
the dime of my eye
I can assure he whispers as if he cares
but my friends look at me and warn me not to stare
stark silver masterpiece with a crumpled soul
I've never said Hi to you
for these reasons alone
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions in the Breeze
Poetry"I might stand tall, but I break easily like a dandelion in the breeze"