A Message To Men Poem by Brooke Lynn Moore

All the power of the streets,
And shops and trolleys and noises
Disorganized in sound and vision
It all comes up like steam
From the subway grates,
It is collected in men’s bodies
And it liberates their minds
They feel empowered,
As if the world
Is theirs to conquer
No conscience holding them back
And nothing hindering their progress,
Only mere obstacles standing in their way
But man should have little or no problem
For he is superior over all else
Nothing can take him down
Nothing, that is, but a woman
A woman is a force to be reckoned with
She is the voice in the back of your mind
Telling you that you are a moron
Although right now, a woman is overlooked
One day, soon enough, you will wish
That you had listened to her
Because if you had
Perhaps you wouldn’t be here right now
Lying, six feet under
With her, the new superior
Spitting on your grave
Whispering, “I told you so.”

(Inspiration: Unrelated prompt)