The Friend Poem by Marge Piercy
The Friend
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.
I love you, I said.
That's very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?
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.
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....
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.
Beautiful, simply beautiful image u put out here. Thsnks for sharing
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.
This is what most of the males are like. Dominant and arrogant. Your annoyance is understandable. Nice poem
your poem got me in perceive mood wow, how sweet n loving good of you
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10/12/2024 9:49:22 AM # 1.0.0
Hmm....for some reason my first thought after reading this poem was, typical man! ! ! ! Sorry all you nice gentlemen out there! Lol.