Independent Woman (The Feminist)

Sexually liberated

In ways that used to be

A picture painted

Acts that no one wanted to see

But the human heart has always been corrupt

So this is nothing new

So why should we judge

Because it is alright to have different views

There is no sense of shame

No sense of difference

Genders are all the same

So she will dismiss every reference

To anything that shows

That their way might be wrong

They always seem to know

She can live without a man because she is strong

Hence the problem

There are no genders

Because we’ve tossed ‘em

And there are no defenders

Because we’ve lost ‘em

So how do we reconcile?

We don’t, why fix what ain’t broken?

Though God’s plan be defiled

Who cares what long was spoken

When I have the right

To do whatever I want

I am my guiding light

Not your phony God

I am the woman and the man

Because men have always hurt me

I will not let another man stand

In the way of who I wanna be

I am not to be messed with

I will hurt you in the end

Because of this emotional rift

Because I was hurt by men

Still Standing

A troubled heart beats

Longing to be united

With the one, the girl, she

Longing for all wrongs to be righted

For his cold feet

Cause him to be constantly slight

Whether by accident

Or whether on purpose

I guess we’ll never know the intent

Except for what is seen on the surface

And buried deep inside

We can see that it’s all my fault

Be it my own cyanide

Or the work of some dangerous cult

It is no use getting in a tizzy

Or getting worked up

Over a past that was quite busy

And open when it should have been a close circuit

And so dispelled is the myth

That there could have been

Something to prevent this wherewith

Some kind of dignity to defend

I feel I am left barren

But there is a glimmer of hope

Although it seems I have met Charon

But somehow had tied a rope

To find my way back out

Though I was transported across

The river and tormented about

And just when it seemed all was lost

I followed the rope back home

And now I am back where I started

And though I seem so alone

My feelings of freedom cannot be discarded

For the rope was handy

In my time of need

And I am still standing

I am standing indeed

Sorry!

You never saw my lips move

Never heard the words I said

And yet I stand aloof

Wishing I could do it all over again

I wish I could take back

A lot of what I said

Even though the odds were stacked

And say nicer things instead

Feelings of regret flood

My mind, heart, body, and soul

There is use in crying over spilled blood

Even though it was my heart you stole

But that does not negate

Everything I wrote against you

In fact it aggravates

And all of the regrets accrue

You will never read this

And I’m not sure I want you to

I’m scared of the power of the fist

Because I deserve every punch from you

Regardless of whether you played

With my fragile, glass heart

Regardless of whether I should have stayed

So committed to not being apart

I have a duty as a man

To treat a woman correctly

But, Brittany, goddamn

I have tried so ineptly

And here I am with words

Words that cannot express

The sorrow that now occurs

My mind is vexed

My heart burns with sorrow

For ought not to dishonor a woman

Regardless of what she does

To me or rather to men

There is no need to ask “Why?” or “Because”?

I am in the wrong

Regardless of what I do or say

All I can say is, “so long”

And just get up on my way