I watch the beauties
walking
through the grocery store
sitting
in quiet coffee shops
alone.
I know their names
I am a dismissive man
“Do you ever talk to them?” My friend asks.
“No, and I don’t need to.”
A face tells me more, than a thousand truthful words
Words are deceptive, tools invented for lying
Some men, wait forever, to know a girl
but by then, she might as well, represent all women
time is an investment, usually spent, unwisely
What is a man to do, when he finds out her words are empty?
Feminine statues are buried under layers of hurt
I met a woman once
who I tried to talk to
but it didn’t work
there was adventure in her smile
fire, flowing up, from somewhere
Feminism is a lie
women who believe in it, need it
without it, they have no power
Feminism is the mob
the strong woman
does not join movements
she moves
Men can’t help themselves, but watch her
Few try to talk to her
she’s intimidating
I like that
My friend told me, I don’t want a strong woman
I want a sweet woman, a submissive woman, a traditional… fill in the blank.
We diverge on this point
I want a confident woman
And I’m not a male feminist.
Beautiful poem and the excellent last line I want a confident woman. Well written 👌🌹❣️
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Thanks for such a nice comment Priti! You just gave me more fuel to keep writing!!! 🙂
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☺️🤗❣️❤️🌹💖🍫👌My pleasure. Keep writing 🙂🙂
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Liking a strong confident woman beats being a male feminist. Keep on writing, a enjoy your posts.
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Thanks, daily poetry!!! I really appreciate your encouragement! 🙂
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