This man is an animal
motivated purely
by his own primordial
instinct
Not the instinct to procreate
Not the instinct to procreate
rather the urge to take
possession of another
without their permission
Worming his way into her
Worming his way into her
delicate psyche
he penetrates her mind
first
Winds his way through her
Winds his way through her
limbic system
leaving her aching
wanting more
Then he moves down to her heart
Then he moves down to her heart
and takes his meaty grasp of it
squeezing, pulsing he takes control
she concedes
With mind and heart secured
With mind and heart secured
he knows
he has control of her
sex
Then - and only then
Then - and only then
he releases his grasp
she falls disconnected
through space and time
Where is he
Where is he
the one who will save her
she is lost
scared
She begs him to take her again
She begs him to take her again
into his possession
being owned feels safe
she mistakes this for love
He obliges for he knows
she mistakes this for love
He obliges for he knows
she will reward him
passionately
with great fervor
And he will do this
And he will do this
catch and release
until she is weakened and
torn apart from her own soul
She is wholly dependent
She is wholly dependent
utterly shattered
He won the prize
killed the big game
Job done
Job done
he tosses her lifeless empty body
on top of the pile with all
the rest
I wrote this jagged mess of a poem after reading the first couple of chapters
of The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir several weeks ago.
My thoughts are a tangled mass of feminism, misogynism, and general gender disparity. Fortunately for you, it's after 11:00 PM and I'm exhausted
so I'll save my femi-nazi diatribe for another time.
-Shannon
-Shannon
3 comments:
Hi Lovely Lady!
This made me weep...As I've encountered a man who isn't necessarily to this extreme but well on his way. Here is a poem I wrote to him and his response...well, it worries him and makes him sad.
Hmmmm
Enjoy
~C
Broken spirits bound
Suffocated by the lack of breath, she's left sitting alone--
unable to embrace the waste of this precocious man.
She just doesn't understand?
Her spirit is broken.
What is the meaning, what is the plan?
A great man, kind heart, warm soul
yet tones of a sad and angry boy, why though?
Twisted in his minds eye of love…
holding tightly, no glove.
His spirit is broken.
The dishonesty and lack of integrity so obvious--
yet does he see what she sees? The possibility of a better he.
She weeps not for herself…but for the sadness she absorbs from their exchange,
each time he touches her and goes inside, she feels his pain.
Spirits broken.
Consideration and attentiveness, comes and it goes
with inconsistency--
she'll continue on—hoping to get a glimpse of the fortunes
headed her way, yes…heaven sent.
Her spirit heals.
Waiting to hear from him she never knows what she'll get
the real and true person or a patronizing mask of deception?
She knows both versions.
Her honesty and naïveté are consumed with great voracity,
yet does he know it's his to keep? As she'll never belong to the.
She gives spirit to him.
The translucency of the deception, she is quite aware—
yet remaining within the confines of the situation, despite her acumen
to get the complete message of this session.
Her spirit remains.
She'll go on, and regain her breath. This life she's given for others to test—
meanwhile she'll wonder, what became of he?
And hope with a high level of certainty, that time and love—well—it helped to heal
this soul of his, that darkness tried to steal…and was returned.
His spirit heals.
C,
What a beautiful and poignant poem. Did you ask him why this makes him sad?
We (women) are stubborn and we think we can change the innate behaviors of those whom we love - and that we can fix them and all their past hurts.
We forget to see this situation through a lens of rationality - for if we did, we would recognize the sheer impossibility of the prospect. We can only heal ourselves, yes?
Efforts of forcing a square peg in a round hole only leave everyone broken and tired and sometimes, the decision to succumb to the relationship (for the sake of peace, sex, whatever), only serves to prolong the inevitable dissolution of the relationship.
Not only are we exhausted from the battle, we walk away so utterly defeated and 'broken' that we're emotionally impaired when the next prospect for a relationship presents itself.
It's a perpetual cycle of personal hell that leaves us unable to have healthy relationships. Until we choose to heal ourselves and begin to listen to our own voice and our own needs.
I say this because I've been where you are (oh, haven't we all?) and I've also had the incredible fortune of finding true love - not an entirely effortless realtionship, of course - but closer than I could have ever imagined.
When you find the real thing your focus turns from wanting to save the other to making yourself the best person you can be for that person (and they do the same in return) and the result is magical.
I'm sure you've had a woman or two in your life tell you never to 'settle' for something unless it's exactly what you want. Nobody is perfect and compromises will always have to be made - but you have to ask yourself, "How much of myself am I giving up to be in this situation?"
The more you give up of "you" the less of "you" there is in the relationship; everything begins to feel foreign and uncomfortable.
Like finding a beautiful pair of shoes that you *must* have even if they are two-sizes too small (the blisters, pain, aching - ugh!) but we're determined to make them work - right? ;)
You are an amazing and intelligent woman. You will figure this situation out - but you can't figure it out with your heart alone.
You know all of this already - we all do. I just wanted to remind you that you are fabulous - quit forgetting that! :)
Much love,
Shannon
You are SO amazing! What incredible insight you have and THANK YOU for reminding me of my fabulous "ness".
I shall remember! The only reason I will is because of having fabulous "ness" reflecting off of friends such as you!
"When someone shows you who they are...believe them" -Maya Angelou
Muah
~C
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