i have long been a autodidactic student of gender roles in modern life. this poem makes comment on men’s inability to see life through the feminine prism.
we males: hopeless, hapless heroes,
add-up all our inadequacies: zeros;
such unformed, one-dimensional men,
seeking meaningless medals, once again.
we men: not alert to dynamic nuances;
arrogant, dismissive of womanly influences,
we tarnish obvious treasures you’ve got,
supposed-strength deemed our best shot.
spare-rib sculpture, God formed feminine
in the garden, perfect place, still we pine;
Adam blames Eve as he swallows fruit:
women demonised, men’s hypocrisy acute.
value women’s challenge, spirited hearts,
embroider our pathetic spartan parts;
winsome wonders, don’t dare apologise,
paint emotion in our hard-hearted eyes.
you’re stuck with us egotists, one and all,
hey! watch us idiots show-off, prat-fall;
men, lay down life, Christ commanded;
women, help us be more even-handed….