Misogyny

Boy’s club
Fist swinging
Dicks drooling
Puss
Lips uttering
A ton of weights anchoring
On our
Shoulders
Slashing scars
We decide to
Leave for tomorrow
But ten years later
Have calloused into
Distaste
Distance
Dissed
We are the ones that
Have what you need
We invented LOVE
The shit you
Go roaming the streets for
That does not lay in the syringe
At the end of the night
Or in the bottle
Or what the fuck ever
Stupid shit
You try to do
We got it.
We got it
In the way
We smoothe
Comfry on your
Broken bones
In da way we make oatmeal
With raisins
The way
We rock your
Head as you cry
The whole time
Unlocking a home
In our hearts to store
All the pain
The stuff that
Soiled the bed sheets
With little drops of blood
Misogyny
When we were young
Wiped away our
So fresh and so clean clean
The pain of
Sitting idly by as
You made a spectacle
Of our sisters
Wanting so bad
Not to be her
One false move and
You were her
Didja finally
Figure out what it was like to
Be so sweet and so scared
I still wonder if they get it
That us women
Can get beat down on Thursday
Have babies on the weekend
And bury their men on Monday
The whole while pushing our brothers
Forward
The only way we know how..
Selflessly
These bitches, these hos, these ducks
Are truly the well-wishers
When the phone rings our breath stops
Until your well-being is ascertained
And then we can breathe out
A well of pain
In the mirror/or in the shower
That washed away our spawn’s remains
You forgetting that just as someone
Held you, made you tea, or eggs and potatoes
We need someone to hold us
Encourage our dreams
Soothe away our nightmares
And help raise out sons
To be men
That won’t repeat
The same shit