I watch the beauties
through the grocery store
in quiet coffee shops
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
Men can’t help themselves, but watch her
Few try to talk to her
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.