My Ego My Pride Poem by Michael Eziudo

MY EGO, MY PRIDE
I am a man and that's all that matters
I farm under the heat of the sun and weed under the rain
The pokes from the pines, the bruises from the shrubs and the blisters from handling the tools
My muscles ache and my joints burn
And on my mind is the welfare of the homefront
What a man can do she can do better
Oh, just let her make the soup
Would she just mind that business

When I leave her in my stead issues escalade
Emotion and sentiment rule the tide
Weak passion becomes the bait, the foothold for the landmines
Logic and emotion never stay on the same shoulder never function alike
Now I have myself to blame having given her the initial hand
When I named the animals, I forgot she wasn't there

When I put on trousers she must do same
When I read books she should contend
When I'm the vice she won't mind being the head
And when I speak her mouths should remain unshut too
And yet she's the weaker vessel and I'm the almighty
Oh, let me just be surged to wear the womb

As it was from the beginning shan't it so be unto the end and now and ever more?
For the desire to be which from beginning had been
The journey of endless wondering have been
Would she just mind that business
That I might my world paint yet like it once was
That instead of die like prophesied for nibbling the fruit
I my ego and my pride may yet alive for living keep