The Wolves

Your beauty could start a war as you walk through the door

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out

headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark...

I hear them calling

It all started when I was around 17.

I was in church and the congregation was at the point where we were to say peace and shake hands with people around us.

I turned and looked into the eyes of a boy, around the same age I was.

I extended my hand, but he just gave me a blank, nervous stare.

His mother gave him a questioning look.

I laughed it off and turned around. As I turned around I heard him say these words:

She's too sexy. I just couldn't do it.

My mother and I glanced at each other trying very hard not to burst out laughing.

I didn't think of it much, but things began to get weirder as years went by.

One day, while walking out of church, a man patted my father on the shoulder.

"You did well!" He said. He grinned at me and gave my dad a wink "She really looks good!"

My father looked very uneasy and being the polite man he is, said thank you.

When the world became my own as an adult, I began to understand the painful truth that many men are like wolves.

I've been watched like a hawk on the streets.

Winked at.

Honked at.

Followed.

I've been teased by a creepy doctor.

I've made fights break out.

I've gotten free food and free drinks. (No problem with that one!) :)

Even marriage proposals and threats.

Catcalling gets old.

It made me feel powerful at first, but now it's beginning to get on my nerves.

With social media, I have gotten multiple inappropriate messages from men I've never met or talked to.

It has occurred on facebook, twitter, skype, and on here.  

I love this site, but when I keep getting messages about how "lovely my p***y must be", or "how great by breasts are"

It disappoints me.

All I want is respect.

Men please do not be like the wolves.

The wolves who are thrashing, smashing, crashing, and howling at my door.

It scares me to go out into a world with packs of them racing around.

I'm a sucker for compliments and I'll be dead meat sooner than later if I'm not careful.

Most of the boys I've ever been with, I've fallen victim to.

There is so much more to a woman than her sex appeal.

  

Don't get me wrong, I'll embrace mine when I want...

But here's what I really want:

I want friendly banter and culture.

I want to be asked about my interests. 

My favorite things.

I want to cook and dance.

I want foundation.

I want to write up a storm and drink tea with someone.

I want a man who will protect me from them.

The wolves.

The wolves who are destroying the image of man and my hope in finding a good genuine and trustworthy person.

It's a crazy world out there ladies.

Put your war paint on a be careful.

 

 

 

Reviews

[john]

Very nicely put together, poetic and true, some wolves crave the same.....

[Wrenlane]

Wow Kathryn…The blessings & curses of physical beauty…you have run the gamut with this short write called “The Wolves”. Yet where do we place the blame? Should we blame the Creator for making such beauty...or for creating the structure of our DNA that gives birth to the natural desire to possess such beauty or burn with lust for that which we see and have a strong attraction to; without which of course, there would be no desire to procreate? Or should we place the blame on sin which lends itself to the provocation of unbridled passion & desire that many find near impossible to control. Yet in reality there are those who can raise the level of their animalistic cravings to one of understanding, compassion once the focus of one's life seeks out and finds the light of truth and the emphasis then turns to the desire for those things of the spirit.

I appreciate you writing on this and your heart-felt portrayal of your experiences and prospective re: the wolves of this world. May God continue to watch over you & bless you…and keep on writing!