The dance of the two sexes,
Two poles in balance,
Does not take a rocket scientist
To figure out;
Men get the most attractive women
They can afford
While women get the richest men
They can attract…
Does it matter
If they ever really understand each other?
Apparently not.
(9/14/26)
From the minarets the call to prayer resounds
Breaking the peaceful silence of the dawn
In its undulation of fervent fanatical need
And all across the world the daily call spreads
Making non-believers at least tolerant
Of the mysterious words and haunting refrain
Lulled into acceptance as by a snake charmer
Women too now rising up
In the name of liberation
Fervently fanatical in the need
To have it their way,
From conception to abortion and infanticide
To now the freedom to filicide,
Have it their way
A brave new Burger Queen world
Without compromise or sacrifice
For the only job they were born to do.
Meanwhile the minaret keeps up its call
Loudly proclaiming to the faithful
Ignorant and deluded,
And increasingly deserving,
“Make Misogyny Great Again”.
(9/13/26)
We speak of women,
yet they are beaten by men.
On the Cape Flats,
some are treated like rats.
Bruises hidden behind closed doors,
daily terror scrubbed from floors.
Some stay silent, pain held in,
others speak—then try to win.
A drunk husband counts her bones,
breaks them as if they were stones.
She loves her children, hates his hands,
waits for freedom, carefully planned.
She waits until the children go,
then leaves the man she’s come to know.
Enough is enough—her day arrives.
She walks away and saves her life.
Why should I
Be beaten and abused
I'm as delicate as a
Flower and filled with muse
Why should I
Be silent I have a
Mind and a voice
My eyes are open
With plenty to say
Why should I
Be told what to do
With my own body
It belongs to me
Not to we
I AM WOMAN
Poke and point and pince and prod
My penniless pockets
And a bra unable to uphold,
A breast to guarantee your rest
Lay in alleys in all your ailing worries
And sloughs of spittle
Splurged and purged b'neath your body.
Hold me, honour me,
Caress the cares entangled within my clumped hair
Harass the proficient proclamations of love,
Laying alongside my broken body.
I dare leer at the lies, leashing my soul to your life
For I do but believe
Boys breed bearded brawlers
And flesh too calloused to caress
And I vacate a vacuum
Of hands vying for the wet of my sex
And the sucking cumbersome succumbing
Salary, siezing a lustful lustre to shine 'pon my sultry gaze
Until proven innocent
A man is always guilty
Until proven guilty
A woman is always
innocent.
Open those drawers
Do you need any of this stuff?
Things I have not seen in five years
Throw throw throw
Toss toss toss
Drag drag drag
Someone else might like this stuff
What you have hidden for years
Above, scarlet red steaks
a pure white sky,
its innocence taken
below, cracks that pit the path change
housed in its secret chambers
he dwells at the labyrinth’s center,
a monster Minotaur with dangerous desires
she drifts thus far
atop the stacks of stasis
without falling into depts
of the indecorous act
her guard guides her away
with gentle hands,
he trembles with anticipation
as she reaches the precipice
afraid of losing her as she
cannot perceive what’s ahead
cannot see what to expect
their anxiety trickles down,
of wants and needs
not fleeing from nor running to
though escaping,
to a rebirth forward
Born in the same home: Earth.
Raised with different beliefs,
women of opposing polarities,
each equally necessary.
You hold strong beliefs,
I’m more open to different ones.
You don’t need to question things too much,
I question everything.
Both feel equally trapped
by our outward appearances.
One wears Prada,
the other, a simple black tunic.
These garments -
just a form of protection.
Do we really need to carry
these shields?
I want to imagine the day when
we can dance naked in sisterhood,
keeping a harmonious equilibrium,
discovering that, deep down,
we are the same.
Exquisite curvy sculptures.
Made to Perfection.
Givers of life,
Creating a better world.
She’s an everyday woman
And she’s every woman
Check your watch to see if she’s fashionably late
Consider, mull it over, contemplate
What’s the alternative to waiting on your babe
When you were led to her by astrolabe
Sometimes the pending storm will cover the stars
As the past is covered by scars
When the torrential rains, when the flashing storms
She’s hanging on, Damn right! Your heart conforms
So, I want you to take note
“Find a woman and you’ll find love” a Skynyrd quote
You’ve found the one, and there’s no comparison
And while she’s not a very good dancer
She does everything Fred Astaire does
except backwards and in high heels
A secondhand heart and romancer
And the way she looks gets you in "the feels"
She beat Cancer
And the birthing pangs for Heaven’s sake
Need I go any further
Humanity
is vapid
so even if
I was fat
or even if
I had the
body of an
hourglass
other women
on the Internet
would still
find many
shallow reasons
to loudly
judge me
for how
I look
even though
I am often
kind to them,
and that
is why their
praises always
feel hollow.
Rain strikes her bare face
She plants both feet in the mud
She faces the storm
Some men are really upset
Because women are not
Taking their bull cramp
Anymore, some women
Are choosing to be alone
Or choosing their careers
Than to take a man's BS
This is why they're constantly
Attacking women, from abortion
To wanting women not to
Be able to vote, or get a divorce
Love and respect goes a long way
Since I flipped out, life’s a lot easier
Any gal I like, I hug and squeeze her
Seems that they like it
The punch, I spike it
I may be crazy, but I sure please her
I feel the harshness of this language,
This bare syllables that bear the weight of fragmented mountains
These naked words that make you feel naked and worthless yourself
These insignificant letters put together strategically to make harm, to hurt rather than love.
I feel the harshness of this language, and I do to my very skin, and the one of the girl in front of me
To be careless -said the brave, but unfortunately throwing words is easier than understanding pain.
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