Tom Cats Or Men Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Trotting along, head high,
Tail swinging.
Tom Cats or men,
Open the heart and you will see ego.

Chasing furs, chasing skirts.
Casanovas with no thought to cupids true arrows,
Clueless, oh! So clueless.

Feminine flaws can be pardoned,
Compared to their errs.
Eyes glued to their nose,
Beyond their reasoning they cannot see.

Pride is their meat,
Served on a platter of gold,
They show muscles in the sun,
The feminine race use wisdom to conquer.

Tom Cats or Men?
Who can understand their ways?
We can only sigh,
For Heaven made them head,
So head they must be.

Confused when wounded with Cupid’s arrow,
The boldness is gone,
When before heart throb they stand,
So stutter and stammering be their lot.

So proud, yet like babes.
Without us their race in chaos dwell.
Yet, a haughty smile they give,
And with raised shoulders,
They tell us who they are.

Tom Cats or men?
Whatever you call it,
That masculine pride,
The hairs on my skin stand,
As my cheeks go red.