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Daphney Whitfield Poem
Not bothering with his shrew
Chewing, slurping, lip smacking
He takes a deep breath
Chewing, slurping, lip smacking
She was grinning, happy as a kangaroo
She chews, “chump, chump, and chump”
Irritated like a shrew
He drew a deep breath
Pop, goes the sound
As if on queue
She smacks her lips Chewing on that gum
“chump, slurp, chump”
He fidgets, reminding himself
He stares, giving the little girl a glare
“Chump, chump, chump”
She chews, louder than before Glaring back, without a care
Eyebrow raised She blew a bubble
Pop, it spread on her face
She grabbed it and put it back in her mouth
“Chump, smack, slurp”
Pop, chump, smack, slurp
Was all he could hear boiling
“Chump, chump, chump”
He wishes to use glue
He is defeated by a two year old with a bubble gum
She starts to clap, while chewing
Hysterical by his reaction
She doubles over Laughing
Chewing, clapping, jumping and stumping
Copyright © Daphney Whitfield | Year Posted 2017
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Daphney Whitfield Poem
Ego
The human mind is evolving
From cave man to building house
We have traveled the seas and space
We’ve survived the last iced age
Yet our minds are still creatures in caves
Our boys are so fragile they are raised differently at an early age
Mothers raise their boys to be free
They encourage the boys to flirt at three
And cheer them in their boisterous ways, boosting their ego
They make excuses for the boys that can’t stay still
Giving them a pill instead of discipline
Mother’s raise their daughters in transparent chains
Teaching them to have humility and self-control
They are encourage to be orderly
They are treated as if they are the inferior race
The boys who flirt are praised
The girls who reciprocate are shamed
The girls who spread their legs
Get chastened
Ego, deflating, torn
The brave and fanatic girls are an anomaly to our humanity
Girls are only here to carry the next generation
Their mothers remind them
The boys who penetrate
Get to score
Ego, inflating
Ego, so fragile, it echoes
1 woman, 2 women, 3 women, more
Ego, echo, score
Boys get to score, women are called whore
Mothers tell these boys that they are brave and strong
They end up with boys and fathers who only count scores
Mothers treat their girls as if they are transparent
They end up with invisible scars permanently tattoo and counting more
Copyright © Daphney Whitfield | Year Posted 2018
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