In love and war



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




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