Patriarchy

May it burn.

Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

You told me,
the love of a woman
who is powerful

was a sin.

To desire the one who's greater
was lesser.

But what you didn't realize
is that that's the way it was meant to be —
orbiting
and centering her gravity.

You keep trying to put yourself above her.
You try to control her,
tell her what to do,
but you can't control that.
That was never meant to be.

Her power is her own,
and she is a force mightier
than anything you could ever try.

You will die —
spiritually, emotionally,
maybe even physically.
Separate from honoring who she is,
you'll leave in disgrace.
With nothing but shame
on your face
for what you've done,

because she was never below,
but our equal.

You want her power so bad
you try and create it in a jar,
but you can't have it.

It was given to her
by her own mother
and her mother before her.

She can choose to use it
or choose not to.
That is her choice.
She can choose to be anything she wants.

Your heart goes sour,
your lust takes over.
You destroyed the trust
that won her over.

You're starting at
ground zero all over again,
and now you gotta rebuild
painfully,
brick by brick.

You can't just walk in
and expect to be accepted
with all the damage
that you have done.

So let me give you a lesson:
center her,
honor her,
elevate her
to where you are.
That is just the start.

Tear down your temples to your own dicks.

You build your ideal in your own image.
You call each other beautiful and mean it,
then call it weakness
in anyone who says it back.

Ten thousand years of pent-up rage.
What do you think is going to happen?

You want to know what it's like to truly live?

Surround yourself with
women more powerful
than you'll ever be.

Listen to their
words and wisdom,

and change that I to We.

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