This fool
is out
of his
doggone
mind.
Think he's
mad because
his father
left him
behind.
His mom
deserves
more than
a hateful,
useless son.
He will
experience
heavy karma
in more ways
than one.
Another poem about a misogynist who believes that women who've been in the mental healthcare system are undeserving of love. He condescended to SA/DV survivors for bravely sharing their experiences, and I wanted to show support for those women by writing this poem. Remember, ladies: if it happened to you, I believe you. And I want you to know that it wasn't your fault! Never let anyone tell you that it was and continue to hold your head up high. There is a special place in the depths for men who speak to women so rudely.
As told to me in confidence
Many years ago,
This is her story
Which I write here below.
I am a prostitute
Not that I wanted to be
Life was difficult
For the household and me.
I turned to this life
The style and living
Nights were days
Sans feeling and loving.
My in-laws objected
To this life in the beginning
But later condescended
For the money I was spinning.
The earning was good
Men too were useful
When times were hard
Their manipulation was skillful
I had them old, young and handsome
Beginners and veterans;
Cheating husbands would come.
I am sure my husband
Would not be like them
He was faithful, is still so
Handsome though unkempt,
I love him even more.
I was advised an operation
Decided my husband to inform
I know he wouldn't object
To my latest damned reform
He wouldn't hear my voice nor see
Me, his wife that needs to be
Not that I enjoyed this life I live
But the care to him I must give.
He lies there in the bed
Paralysed from foot to head.
My husband means much to me
I am a prostitute to earn his keep.
On the shoulders of avid days
I stride on its lips with a pot made of clays
Inquest of fecund fields to preen what pays
Both the days we suture its coral rays
And days its name wears mystery
I schooled forth lapping the mile’s misery:
Worries a spoon, jester a stew, despair a rice dished miserly
Murdered hopes, spices; yet I slide, no furry.
At time when exiled felicity
Staked in self stalk new sari
Leaning against the old plea.
And lethal tears oozing breathlessly frosting his solitary balcony.
A wolf bane singing the songs of angel
Orchestrated alchemical lyrics, in it fell
O! Withers of pain, lend me your domain, let me dwell
O! I said, are you not wolf bane, won’t there be tale
O! I’m, recharge your crockeries of trust in my smell
A wolf’s bane she was indeed
Listening to her lusty lyrics in refined
Harem’s tone, then I pigeonholed.
As the suns fell on the shrubs, as dews condescended
As the soil becomes wealthily fending
A moon in me suffers seizure and my dog died frothing
Then I was awakened to knowing anon
That there are good flowers and there are poisonous one
Sitting on a lonely bench,
Memories got me blenched,
Your heart I tried to clench,
Though, the rains got me drenched,
From hearts I needed to entrench...
Your words not retrenched,
From things I wanted to bent,
While you often tended to bend,
Without letting me mend...
You, I tried to fend,
You borrowed and erased the times I used to lend,
Manipulated and used by you,
Pretending to be a friend...
From hallows I ascended
From errors you descended,
My life wished to be attended.
Even though, you got me expended,
My hands were still extended,
Even though, you got me offended...
The times I misspended,
You still condescended me,
Though, the changes were about to be impended,
I was still amended,
And I was still intended...
But, I was not comprehended,
Even though, you were condemned and untamed,
While I was aimed to be blamed,
Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...
Although, this is the end,
The ways, I will paint,
For the pains to get unbended,
As I contemplate nature and life,
With memories that swayed and portended,
As my soul slowly transcended,
While sitting on a lonely bench...
Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices rose washed shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live
Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices rose washed shores
Wishes granted all once leaving in one piece
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