Published by: Angel Monique Candelaria
Date published: September 15, 2022
Time published: 10:10 am
Category: Poetry
Theme: Machismo
I am just like you—
Designed by the same God: a man.
But to you, I am someone you can be superior to
because I am "just" a woman.
I have no place if I am not your fan!
In this millennium, you are the patriarch.
I ought to be your faithful servant: a nun
or I will not be shoved out of the dark.
You don't want to be like me, do you?
"A rose with petals that bleed, no fun!"
Apologies to you, my guy who's in blue,
For reading your mind, that is an empty can.
Lame gimmicks are part of your plan;
When will you move on from your stupid arch?
When will you grow up, young man?
If I'd be the victor in our race, you'd bark!
I will never be like you, even if I try to—
Atop of the weaklings in every run.
In my controversial methods, they boo!
In your silent breathing, they clap. What a man!
As a woman, how do I move without their pan?
"I'm the boss," is your remark.
Haha! How brazen to label yourself a gentleman!
You can't do anything but skylark.
I am not lurking for you to ban
the content I embark on my every footmark.
If you are trying to earn the respect of a man,
Then why are you leaving stains in your trademark?
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