The Plight of Reconciliation

This poem is written the men who feel that women's sexuality has guidelines which, when applied to each woman's life, can determine her worth as a person.

If I had a moment when,
I could speak with one or ten,
Or any man, though hardly men
If they could never feel again,
I’d tell a boy, I’d tell his soul,
Please hear my words, gain control.
When a woman bears her heart,
Her skin, her mind�" that foreign part,
She relinquishes her wings,
Removes the halo, ponders things.

The wide world casts her off, you see.
Existence isn’t womanly.
A woman should be naught but air,
A woman doesn’t breathe, or share
Her body with just anyone.
She shares with man to bear a son.
If she should enjoy her lust,
The woman cannot keep man’s trust.
Behave like man, he calls you w***e.
Keep closed-minded, know the score.
Stay close-legged, too, till he demands,
With pretty words and roaming hands.

Tell each boy, each angry man,
His orders counter women’s plan
For women all, and woman one.
She does not live if she must run.
She should not hide, or be afraid.
Man’s ideas, once unmade,
Will bring peace to every mind.
She’ll walk beside you, not behind.