The Radical Mantate

“Go on and talk, isn’t you are the man!” Those were his words, When I explained my principles. Not that I owed him an explanation, For the standards I allowed to define me, But because I thought maybe, If I gave a clear definition of who I am And have him do the same, Then maybe, we could see how We could become more compatible, But nah, He didn’t see that, Or even try to understand me. He jumped to blame it on masculinity My apparent choice to man the talk That was the deal breaker, A man intimidated by my opinion Is a man insecure in his abilities. And the best I could give him Was space to discover himself! Looking at things now, I realize that society is blinkered, And sadly too often, Socializes men to that conviction, That the opinion of a woman Should be validated by a man How much more patriarchal can it get? The worst of its format Is its scorn of women empowerment As an attempt by women to be men! Unknown to t...

I’m tired! Tired of the old men  who tell me they want me, When it’ s point blank  that I’m old enough to be their daughter, How does a father tell his daughter? That no, I don’t just like you, I like the idea of ‘an us’, you know Me and you together! Good riddance, kneel down and  repent  old man , the devil is using you. While you blind yourself thinking you’re  being a  B lesser , You  don’t  realize that you are  cursing my body. For how can it be a blessing that I allow my  body To be defiled in the hands of a selfish man ? A man blinded by lust to the innocence of my body, Shaming me in the self-righteous comfort Of the tho ught that his money makes it oka y To sleep with a girl the size of his own daughter! I am overly disgusted, By a messed up society that tells a girl that “men will always be men” Is that supposed to make it okay for men to prey on her? I fear because that thinking ju...