I
have an imaginary enemy
Everything
about her I envy
Her
hair long and wavy
Her
frame slim and curvy
Her
pretty dress and jewels dainty
Her
choices are under constant scrutiny
Her
achievements induce jealousy
Her
having an opinion makes me angry
Length
of her skirt raises cries for modesty
Her
rejection incites fury
She’s
always clamouring for equality
For
equal opportunities and to be paid equally
To
not imprison her in an outdated reality
To
not transgress on her bodily autonomy
To
not suppress her sexuality
I
preach sermons telling her to be a proper lady
But
what right do I have to assume moral superiority?
Who
am I to pass judgement on her purity?
Why
do I have to restrict her to overcome my insecurity?
Why
can’t we both be free and live in harmony?
I
have an imaginary enemy
She’s
winning over me slowly
Helping
me overcome my toxic masculinity
Fighting
my demons and still loving me unreservedly
She’s
given me a glimpse of divinity.
Your 'y' fetishism made the poem sound like a rap in my head..:D Loved it!
ReplyDeleteYeah.. I was trying to channel my inner Eminem. :P
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