He's seen Hell before
And this falls well short.
Does she think she can scare him
With this thrill for bloodsport?
What? ! Is she kidding?
Does she think he's not free?
Lass, he's exactly where
He's chosen to be.
There is nothing permanent
About a Chick with a fist.
It is only his comfort zones
With powers to persist.
He stands in the linger
Of the horrors from before
And nows the time Honey
That he shows you the door.
He'll reach for things better
He'll create them himself
For courage, he'll raise his glass
And drink to his health: -)
This is one of the best of your poems I have seen, Ruby. Keep it up. It has good rhythm and rhyming.
People tend to think men are able to look after themselves because they're physically stronger. We also tend to drown our sorrows more. But, women probably do need, or deserve, more help than men - unless it's from ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You make this point well Ruby! The continuum of gender does cross its physical boundaries, no doubt! Some men are just as vulnerable as women. Our society doesn't like to acknowledge this as much! Smashing write Sweet Gem!