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Men
At 6:57 p.m. on 2003-04-06


Winner of Poetry.Com's Editor's Choice Award, 2003!

Empty and alone

Naked and bare to the touch

Ripped apart and asunder

Time & time again

(By these so-called “men”)

Why do you look at me that way?

Am I nothing more to you than flesh?

Pretty flesh, at best, but this decays with time

Don’t you see that I am something more?

Don’t you know that I am beautiful inside & out?

I have so much more to offer

All you see is nothing

I know you're not all this way

But oh, so many of you are

I wish we could respect you more

But for the way you treat us..

Why do you disrespect us so?

What did we ever do to you?

We gave you life, our wombs created you

And you can’t treat us as if we were more than a vagina

Well I’ll tell you something

I am more than a reproductive organ

You are more than a penis

So start acting like it.



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Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday





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