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The Friend

Rating: 3.5

We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.

Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.

I said yes.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014

Hmm....for some reason my first thought after reading this poem was, typical man! ! ! ! Sorry all you nice gentlemen out there! Lol.

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Rajnish Manga 12 June 2017

That is symptomatic of male chauvinism. Males want an upper hand in everything they do including love. They wouldn't like to be questioned. Thanks for a powerful comment against this lack of sensitivity.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 June 2017

I love you, I said. That's very nice, he said I like to be loved, that makes me happy. The love of a true friend.... nice poem....

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Sue Ann Simar 17 January 2009

Be wary of anyone whose imagination only goes so far as to use the word nice. Also anyone who thinks that hands are useless. Humming 'You've Got a Friend.' Thinking this is probably an older Marge Piercy poem, like that song.

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A B Faniki 25 July 2019

Beautiful, simply beautiful image u put out here. Thsnks for sharing

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Altruism will not be shown out, wherever selfishness doesn't exist. What matters is, how much of this or that. Nice writing. Thanks for sharing.

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Bernard Snyder 12 June 2017

Interesting but I think the guy is abnormal.

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Afrooz Jafarinoor 03 October 2017

This comment made me laugh.. so cool.. hahaha

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Anil Kumar Panda 12 June 2017

This is what most of the males are like. Dominant and arrogant. Your annoyance is understandable. Nice poem

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Abdul Rafic Rahman 12 June 2017

your poem got me in perceive mood wow, how sweet n loving good of you

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