“Please Stop!” She said. There was something about me, she didn’t like.
Words are misleading
because
they carry multiple meanings.
It’s uncomfortable to hear, as a man
It sounds like shame
and when you haven’t done
anything
it feels
far worse.
If I was bad,
I wouldn’t care
I wouldn’t stop
So, “Please Stop!”
is said
to someone,
easy to shame.
Women use shame
to control
Men
Especially, when
nothing else works.
I only talked to her
I didn’t hit on her
I asked her, “Would you like to sit down?”
And she gave me a cold look
of death—
She was smiling, before
and talking, about herself
until those two words were spoken
out of the blue
and not a pleasant blue—but a depression blue
It’s not easy to be a man
She could have said, “Oh—I’m just going to sit down with my girlfriends.”
But no,
she said, “Please Stop!”
and she sent me
a message of hate
on Facebook
and I didn’t respond
to her calling me a creep.
Where is this coming from?
It’s a relief
that
most women like me,
but it hurts
when
one woman says, “Please Stop!”
I don’t know what’s going on with her
I don’t want to know
but it’s not just one girl
it’s a whole society
saying, “Please Stop!”
It isn’t asking, nicely
There is no love, in those words
I can hear the guillotine crowds chanting
“Please Stop!”
while the women do their knitting
watching
the writhing
twisting
twitching
of that headless corpse on the ground
and the women screaming,
“Justice at last!”
They murder men
in public
with their pleas
that don’t ask please
It’s so sad
that society can’t stop
this madness
making women angry
They don’t want to sit down with a man
they want to kill him
in public.
Someone read my writing once
and marked every word in red.
They found-out
I published a poem
and when I worked with them
they humiliated me.
I made their every correction
because I submit to the written word
and when they failed me
it was their failure
to realize
I submit to my own sentence
that I write down, and carry out.
I still get hate, from time to time
but now,
I write it down.