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STOP FIGHTING OVER MEN

We have all been hurt. You meet that dude that puts it on you. He's got that swag but he also got an attention span problem. A great many women are very protective of their men. That is understandable. At a healthy level its about respect for your relationship within and without. BUT: (and a big one it is) Here is when it becomes unhealthy. When women completely acquiesce to the sentiment "He's just a man" or "Men will be men" or any other version of "he-can't-help-it-because-he-has-a-penis" bullshit social issues arise. Personally I've been advised in the past that if I cared for a man I'd fight for him. I've also been told you have to be careful about who you have your man around because some chic might steal him..blah blah blah. I heard what they were saying but I didn't listen. Why? Because men aren't expensive gadgets or a rare breed of some sort of pet. They have brains. They can make decisions. If I have to ...
She used to laugh backs cracking breasts free as the sway of cane Her hair a basket woven by her peers her eyes stars embedded in an alabaster mask Her man moved the moon out of the way in the morning and the sun at night She used to sing rivers running a season in the sun and rain Her arms the bow and her kiss the arrow flying beyond the sky to grace the gods Her sister baked the bread of life on a stone and it was good and when she died  the earth wept When she rose there was rejoicing Her womb opened up and out sprung humanity How dare you maim her how dare you shame her Lords of folly be damned How dare you shackle her man feed him bleached dough until he bursts open to anything that comes his way She was free once and when she danced volcanoes erupted She watched the world change and you changed with it How dare you breathe and not honor her How dare you

THOWBACK POETRY: Death, Dead, Dying

No one around you is dying so stop all the crying stop hugging trees and get off your knees ...There is money to be made... No blood on your hands, but wash them anyway and comb your hair and DON'T stare ...They might ask for help.... No one in your way is dead so some things must be said things about beauty that aren't true things about duty that don't apply to you ...Don't sweat the small stuff kid... No one will question your wallet or the things that you did By next week they'll forget and by next year they're over it ...Hell, their stewing in their own sin... Don't be afraid of death, yet Just worry about what you didn't get And be proud of who you didn't let in ...Just make sure you win... Life is full of regret for death, the dead, and dying for vanity, greed, lying no need to add a straw The choice is yours son... You can die "happy" or not die at all Written July 12th, 2005 ©  10 years ago   0  •  11