seeing through*

I’m gonna say it:

Men scapegoat women

They cannot hear us when we cry,

Just squawking and pecking

Then feel attacked

And bludgeon us like chickens

With stony silence- at best

At worse, words

And worst- their fists

So many stories in their heads

Muffling our real voices

And killing us

It’s not their fault,

Women, you need to know

They’re made that way

The world’s that way

War goes that way

It whores that way

That’s just…

How it is

Sad.

Because they’re our boys!

They have a great lack

A missing-something…

Compassion, lucidity, wisdom, estrogen…

Emotional intelligence??

Whatever that precious silver is

Lining our hearts

Breaking us open like a blue sky

When we are struck

And hold our loved ones closer

A mysterious padding around our ego

That lets us turn the other cheek

And look past our pain into them

A gift, a huge muscle!

That protects us

From taking it personally

Go figure gals,

We’re stronger.

So reach out to the weaker sex

When he is down, especially when he is down on YOU

Have pity, compassion

Be the bigger person

The bigger SEX

I know that goes against what we’re told,

That we are the victims who need help and they who need a talking to

And “anger management”

But it doesn’t work!

We don’t need help at all

Just patience

And the only thing that works is to hold up

The truth of our own goodness

Like a bright light shining in the dark

Not once but again, and again, and again

Blowing away the clouds of their sad projections

Like a strong wind

They need us

Our strength

To see through

* caution: sexism ahead.  My apologies in advance to men who identify with the female gender used here