Women - Poem by Phat Poet
Women are the object of our affection,
Yet half the time we treat them like they are interchangealbe like a fresh pair of j, s,
And their only use is relief to a stiff erection,
While we act like it would take to much from our manhood to show a little appreciation.....
We boast about how many we've conquered while in conversation with each other,
But we then straitain up a little while in the presence of our mothers...
It just puzzles me sometimes about how callus and vien we as men can be,
When its painfully obvius that he is nothing
We can't stand to be around them,
Yet cry like babys when they take their love away....
They give us life and beautiful gifts from god,
So maybe we should reup our thoughts some more,
And give them a well deserved nod,
Bless them with a little more than a quick hug and a common name like bitch or some other,
Just think deep down every women has that inner strength,
We see that first hand in our own mothers....
And treat our queens and goddeses with the respect they deserve and make sure she knows we love her.....
So I ask us all one more time,
Can we please stop treating the driving force in our life this way,
So our sons don't grow up thinking that disrespecting a woman is common place and ok....
And teach our daughters to not settle and get a responsibe man....
But like I said that starts with us and our actions that decide our fate,
So I apologize to those women who have been disrepected and ask for all of us may we have another chance,
Because for a good man a second chance is never to late.
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