Listen Up Brothers

I look at art and I see beauty. I read poems and reveal it too. I walk among nature and feel it. I witness it all, but I don’t know you. Women, God’s handiwork, tough to read They have plagued mankind for years. We can love, appreciate and worship them. We fall victim and are brought to tears. Women are not objects, but objectified. They can be overly suggestive, yet pure. They can assault our being, yet we stay. When it comes to them, we always want more. We can defy them, but later need them. We can hear their breaths, hear each beat. When it comes to lust, oh so very often, We also tend to grovel at women’s feet. Men act like fools when around them, Stuttering thoughts that never come clean. We’d like to say how we love, need them. But have not the words to say what we mean. God was generous with the beauty He gave, A variety of different colors and even size. I wish He gave men the smarts, though, So we can see women clearly in our eyes. Let’s not waste time, trying to figure out. Let’s just admire, respect, and cherish them all. Let’s just open and share what we’re feeling For women are needed, without them we fall. Many of them have fallen victim. Support those who have, give them a hand. Give them not pity, that is not wanted, Give them your heart that would be grand.