If only I can make you smile the way I make you angry
We'd be on to something great
But I cant get right
Irate woman who pretends to be polite
All in attempts to divert from the status quo
With the frequent use of "maybes" and "you'll never know"
Frailty,
Thy name is
Woman
And my mama always said to be strong
But I cant break the bond between
Strength and unreasonable b-word
So you say, "I miss you" and I reply, "really?"
And with me one has to map out fidelity clearly
Because staying at home waiting for phone calls is beyond primitive
Rosie the riveter and the flappers
Are to blame
For me cringing when you interchange "babe" with my name
If mama would have taken a cue from big mama
Then
My world wouldn't be the same
Dinner would be ready when you got home
But instead I'm rushing to get off of the phone
I would have greeted you with a kiss
In a universe which is not self destructive
I would realize that a man is my Strength
And its okay to be a delicate flower
And to call upon you
When I need power
But women long to be men now
Penis envy,
they yearn to be dependently independent
An impossible task
Drown the woes with the tilt of a flask
Will gin put hair on my chest?
Will wearing trousers make me reek of masculinity?
Although both are mere mortals with different anatomies
But a man is Zeus and the woman a mere servant
We were made to coincide
As crazy as it seems for a feminist
I believe we were made to compliment the man
Notice I say man
One must then see the qualities of what makes a male a man
Its sometimes not too far fetched to soften for him
And not mimic his behavior
No matter how many shaved heads
And hiding your emotions in the EX-boyfriend jeans you that you frequent
It remains that
Frailty
Thy name is
Woman
Good grief
have mercy upon us...
