The Rest is History...

[anirbas]

I've never been accused
of cooperating with the man...
Or anyone for that matter,
if I saw them, or their actions,
as wrong...Not remotely left field right...

All kinds of ways to rebel and plan
an uprising against tyranny...
More than one way
to skin a skunk...
Be that as it may...

Women, often get nabbed,
stuck between the proverbial
rock and a hard spot...
Where even lippy,
hard headed, hellbred
bitches with uplifted pinkie fingers,
must often exercise the ancient colliquism...
"Discretion is the better part of valor."

So, we smile while we dance across eggshells,
thrown into the floor by ogres and trolls...
Knowing a pained expression will only bring the despots
more pleasure as they watch the soles of our souls
bleed out from our tattered, torn footpads
besmirching the floor with artistic blossoms
of blood and gore and not much more...

We hold our heads up and button our lips,
like the grand dames of the old South,
or an old world queen pretending
she thinks she's the power
behind the throne...
Knowing she's
nothing more than a pawn
in the game unspooling,
playing in the head of the king...
Easily banished, or beheaded,
as the case may be...

We bide our time as women...
We bide our time
as we dream and plan...
Hostaged and held in places
we'd be better shed of,
if given half a chance,
we'd vacate...Even
less of a chance,
a scintilla...

Men...
Are rarely
held to a distasteful space...
They simply get up and head out the door
on another adventure down a different path...
A backpack with a toothbrush and a change
of underwear all the possessions
they truly need...
Able to rest
in a nest
for one
under
a bridge
at night,
if need be...

Women,
often have children
as their first and foremost
thought...Can't carry their needs
in a backpack...Can't park them under
a bridge at night to sleep or leave them
in a cardboard box while they hold down a job...
Women that are mothers are emotionally, mentally
and spiritually held to the maxim...
"The needs of the many, outweigh the needs
of the few, or the one..."
Hardwired to protect, to serve
and to shelter, as per
their gender specifics...

Sometimes, the rock backsteps...
And the hard spot wavers...
A crack, a sliver of a doorway
opens without qualms or quavers...
And the rest is history, just like the woman
and her child, or children, as the case may be...

No longer the hostages of a despot or his insanity...

[tolteclogic]

As always insightful fluid food
for thought... Yes men are
weak hollow shallow and
to often devoid of feeling it
takes a great man to recognize
the true strength of a good woman
love in all it's hopeful passions all
to soon fads or gives way beneath
the weight of artificial reality this
dance of temporal mundanity
where intellect is king... the
mainspring of this machine
is wound up way to tight
where both male and female
are little more than grist for the
mill... there is no respite from the
grinding noise of progress and
mistaken entitlement the haves
and have not's, the gap is ever
widening as the reward of our
labor to often becomes our
punishment as we continually
loose sight of the things that
truly matter this labor of lost
or forgotten love

[anirbas]

Thanks for reading, TL and for honoring this thread with a Clevelandic offering, as well!

I hope my piece didn't come off as an all men are pigs rant and rave...LOL...I was trying to...to...to...point to, if one is in a toxic relationship with children involved, it's not so easy for the woman to "walk away"...As with children in tow, the first thing she has to think of is shelter, decent shelter...Sometimes, it takes awhile to unbuild Rome when one has kids...And it can be mistaken, the woman still has emotional ties to the relationship; or God forbid, still loves her tormentor...

Men, rarely have to deal with this problem...When it's over, it's over, even if they have kids with a woman, they can walk out the door, willy nilly and start with nothing, because all they have to look out for, is themselves...Women without kids, have the same option...

Women with kids, often end up being in a doomed relationship far longer, as a result...Because unless you're being physically beaten, taking your kids to a shelter
or living out of your car, just isn't viable...or to me, anyway...I could live out of my car or at a shelter, to get out of here...Just could never do that to my babies...But, the good thing is...

FINALLY, opportunity knocks...And a doorway into a home where I know my child will be in good hands while her mom works to save money for our own place, opens...My relationship with the gov, ended a long time, ago...It's just taken awhile to haul all the bodies from the crime scene...cryptic snicker...