Why I Hate Men

Why I Hate Men

If you can get past the title
maybe close your eyes
have someone else read it to ease a troubled mind

I feel like a kid on an Indian Reservation
Assimilation to American-Mainland culture
There are these pictures of me and journal entries
Thoughts not yet conceived-of let's hope greatness

I'm in a desolate place of silence,
waiting to grow older
to get away from the deadbeats
of this lowerlying culture

Because long after this conversation
I'm going to break it down, analyze it
Word for word-decipher
the tone, diction, and everything
that you just said to me in anger

We're at that part, where I'm about to hang up
Yes, again. I won't answer this time around
You'll call back and leave an amusing message

Of course, I won't pick up, until I've cooled down.
This is why I hate men.

They love you, replace you, then leave you, again.
They think things will be okay,
in a moments time... after they have apologized

Because between the givens of
movies, junk food, and football
Unless they are in love with you
-You are nothing at all.

Unless they find you beautiful,
then they'll give you a chance.
Mostly because they want to slip into your pants
then it really doesn't matter
because you aren't even remotely brilliant

The flattery is in the making
On a trial to trail basis
As they try to systematically
steal your true self away
Creating one great maze

There you are inbetween books
Books turning into reality t.v.
Places you never thought you'd be
Situations like these

Feelings that were better dictated
like scripture from prophets
Wooed to woe from misery to misery
At least they were somewhat insightful

There you are back peddling
Ripping apart the lies that were fed
In and out of the scenario again.