Not careless feuds weaved jaggedly through,
But sadness entrapped by a differing view
That could be love’s plight to surface- lodged by abrasions.
Emotions rumble and pang under doubt’s hesitations.
Standards and roles muddy his lens
So I’m bound by ideals and these cultural trends.
And asserting my wrongs seems wholly impure
When it hurts to stand up for a self that’s unsure.
But to not stand at all, just hurts even more
Insecurities affirmed and I’m torn when insulted,
Condemn or avow this self that resulted?
Still I believe- as one small earthbound creature
That bruises within are a man’s greatest feature
A girl sullied in filth, a hell-fallen whore
Who’s disgraced and defaced, loved never before
Yes her heart is still fragile; her flesh soft to the touch
She bears her burdens yet for you him it’s too much.
He bites through her lips still Truth never dies
The girl that man loves, is the one men despise
And to similar greed she is victim as well
Fending apathy cast by the cultural spell:
No empathy due for a girl of that sort!
-But she’s angry too and her temper’s as short
Like her, his breed’s damned, unable to court:
He’s the self centered man who judges for sport.
Inflated egos plague this elitist male sex!
Sorting reason from treason make this battle complex
Impassionate touching; shivered unsanctioned truth
For we hurt when exposing the scars of our youth
We fight to be worthy; choices rightfully made
We prove and we prove in concealed masquerade
Being judged makes me riled, and its ironic defense
Is condemn twice as hard on judgmental pretence
If I beg to be studied then I must do the same
For existence of tension will not yield to blame
I will prod at your boundaries with privilege we share
And you have license to mine-
As in love all is fair