Would you believe
I know more than a handful of men?
Some I'm just not as close with.
This one is for my sons,
For my acquaintances,
For the gents who see I dropped something out of my purse and hand it back to me,
For the security guards who walk me to my car
When I come up blushing and frightened in the dark.
This one's for the good cops
Who don't abuse homeless street musicians.
This one is for the friends who like my selfies
Although we never really talk.
Boys,
Where the bad women tell you
That you are rage and
Rape
And mean
Know that I have seen you
For what you really are.
We all have bad days.
We all make mistakes.
And the mistakes of many
Have made women scared.
But you, my dears.
You are not those men.
You are the gents that
Choose kindness,
Apply gentleness,
Speak softly,
And roar only when necessary.
Because we all know sometimes it's necessary.
You're the gents
That hide your love of pink
Because you are affected by the patriarchy
Just like me.
(My adopted sons in particular.)
You are not inherently evil.
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A Year In Poetry
PoesíaHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
