Men Have No Clue Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

May be sometime we out to listen to our hearts the way we know how to
You see quarrels picked over silence and lack of any clue
Just the other day I caught a flown over the pretty face of a queen
She was upset over clumsy remarks made in earnest

Confused for a dry joke, men get themselves into real problems
We end up in a ditch for lack of a clue what's happening in our queens minds
Let's not pretend we have an idea what's happening in the beautiful minds of the queens
To ease our problems, I bet we ought to talk and ask, even better we ought to listen

Oh now she is mad over what I didn't say, when I don't even know what I ought to have said
Maybe even, we have no clue when we ought to say it, timely compliments matter
Sometimes its our silence and just an approval nudge of the head, maybe we have no clue
When we listen and then speak, we bridge the clue gap, in the end all clues matter.

Are women so hard to understand? In the grand scheme, what do women really want?
Some men got a clue, yet the clues are not enough we end up treading grey areas on our queens minds
We live, love, learn work all for the good of our women, to love and provide and protect
To read between the lines every now and then, to know what our women really feel and want.