A pint too Radical!
I loved him I swear! But not in the way he wanted, That I tried but dismally failed. I lost him, and that obviously hurt, But it helped me realise, That it’s not love I felt, But merely a conviction, A hope, that if I tried hard enough To alter my standards and expectations, Then maybe, he would see me, In the light of a woman to love Because all he ever said Was that I was too intellectually masculine a woman A pint too radical, a bit intimidating, That he could not picture me submitting, Because to him, love from a woman Is reflected in the authority with which He can handle her!!!! That about him, broke me! But for just a moment, Because I pinched myself to the reality That no woman is too intimidating For the man who truly loves her. And submission, is about respect, And respect is earned. It took a while, to let go Of one who was asking me To be less of the woman I am And aspire to be. I wanted so much to love But not