I enjoyed your title; at first I took it at its figurative meaning, but the literal one made me smile. It was very witty and original. But, onto the actual contents.
You brought attention very well to the contradictions in society. Your statements were nicely kept short, and were simple to take in, not a lot to chew on at once. It was just the right amount of mixture between theory and wit. Keeps you thinking, but doesn't give you a headache.
I like the ending particularly, because of its challenge to those who try to put on a mask and pretend that they hate younger generations for being immoral when they are/were just as much so (at their age now or at their age then).
The only thing I didn't understand was of course the swahili, and I'm too lazy at the moment to look up the translations for it.
Your word play was great, overall. That was perhaps the best part. You're not one of those as-long-as-it-rhymes-it's-a-great-poem sort of people (oh, how I've gotten sick of them here) and it was a refreshing turn. Thanks for that.
At first when I read your title... I thought your poem was going to be about guns and then I read it and suddenly the title became very humorous to me. I also enjoyed your words in this poem, specifically because I think the complete opposite of what you say... but had we been arguing, you'd have made me stop and taken a moment to let your words seep into my brain and I might have second guessed myself. It should be fine for a woman to be able to wear what she likes and be able to feel like herself and not have men goggle at her or attempt to be with her sexually just because he can't stop checking out her half-bare tits, etc... but honestly, considering we know men and we know there are all different types of men (good ones, pervy ones, and rapists...), you'd think a woman would have more sense than to dress provocative and expect to just get looks of desire instead of excessive attention and multiple males attempting to take her home and use her like a tool. But that's strictly my opinion... and as I said, if we were arguing, you'd have a good fight.
D****t, Atael, how dare you say what I was thinking and going to write!
Well, rather than regurgitate her words, I'll just say what she didn't. This was SO funny to me, and I totally get it and relate - although I'm not one of those girls with the short skirts/short and the low-cut shirts, but if I had the body for it, I probably would. When it's hot, definitely. Cold, oh F**K no. [Pardon the language if it offends you. Some people don't like it.] But ANYWAY, sometimes those short skirts and low-cut blouses are just SO CUTE or BEAUTIFUL or PRETTY or wtf ever. So, yeah, I get it.
Anyway, this is SUPPOSED to be about your poem. *ahem* I love it, as usual, because who in their right mind couldn't love a poem this amazing and well written? You are a definite poet. You have a way with words, that is for sure. Someone tries to doubt it? Well, aren't they a stupid one? Whatever. I love this, and it made made me laugh - especially the ending with the old guy. Mhhmm, they talk about the way those ladies dress, but where are they looking when the girls wearing practically nothing pass? H'm? Yeah, that's what I thought.
xD This is getting long - again. Damn, what is up with me typing so much tonight? Oh, whatever. I love this. Keep writing so amazingfully!(:
I enjoyed your title; at first I took it at its figurative meaning, but the literal one made me smile. It was very witty and original. But, onto the actual contents.
You brought attention very well to the contradictions in society. Your statements were nicely kept short, and were simple to take in, not a lot to chew on at once. It was just the right amount of mixture between theory and wit. Keeps you thinking, but doesn't give you a headache.
I like the ending particularly, because of its challenge to those who try to put on a mask and pretend that they hate younger generations for being immoral when they are/were just as much so (at their age now or at their age then).
The only thing I didn't understand was of course the swahili, and I'm too lazy at the moment to look up the translations for it.
Your word play was great, overall. That was perhaps the best part. You're not one of those as-long-as-it-rhymes-it's-a-great-poem sort of people (oh, how I've gotten sick of them here) and it was a refreshing turn. Thanks for that.