Chauvinistic

Male Man

Women were created by God to serve,
whether kneeling or standing,
mouths open or closed,
hers is an existence defined by his,
ignorance is bliss,
though she never has this option,
misguided attempts to enter her physical
has ultimately lead to the showering of gifts
which leaves her rotten, spoiled
or stuck with unwanted fertile soil
seeds taken from man,
her feminine curves representing
masculine rib, named by him,
his godly representation personified,
died due to following her weaknesses,
inability to obey,
talking when needing to listen,
her bodily prison holds the failed hearts of many
leaving a travesty in the wake
which would only take her staying in her place
to provide the solution to the problem posed
by this question, “What is the role of a woman?”

Crimson Wave Winds

It was the first day of womanhood, however,
a fertile womb does not a woman make.

Kelly was only 12 years of age,
her demeanor, 25 years her Senior.
She stood in the bathroom attempting
to analyze blood on her favorite
pair of panties, it stained her jeans.
Today was picture day at her middle school,
she did not wish to be late, fate had different plans.
Jan, her mother,
who had been patiently waiting in the car,
opened the bathroom door and spoke,
“I see your journey from girl to woman has begun,
fear not, the best is yet to come.”

Kelly smiled, walked into her room,
put on her second favorite pair of panties,
cotton shorts and flannel hat.
She headed off to school with her esteem higher
than it was moments before her
mother, acting like the moon,
called in the tides of shame crashing
against her confidence.