Lost Feathers

Frustrated, I wrote this poem after an argument. Its disgusting how love loses its meaning after a disagreement...

You want me to validate your hatred for men. 

The distortion of your once whole heart chews my words and spits them out contorted.

You might need a woman.

Its so pointless to fill your cup just to watch you empty my efforts. 

Love means nothing. When I secure your insecurities, help you abandon the world that broke your heart and make my soul

 your new home. Just for you to double back to your past weapons, here's what happens: I pick mine up too.

The world didn't break just you.

Yet I fortified my confidence in you. Engaged and eloped, I had hope that my trust in you was sure.

It wasn't.

You weren't aware of the responsibility that comes with I love you, so I held your hand and showed you. At times it was too hard for you swallow, so I crushed it up and fed you. You crossed boundaries without apologies, and I upheld the peace to spare you. You finger-painted over my nostalgia, vandalized my history and I left the colors there because it made since to you.

For YOU.

I swept unsolved problems to the back of my mind for hopes of time working them out because I didn't want to doubt your ability for growth.

I just wanted peace.

So I let you bore into me for a taste of the potent joy that made me trust you with my being. Your were worth suffering for, losing my identity for, remaking my purpose as your husband for, adopting a new life for, and I was proud of it. 

Until the day came you made it all nothing, just to validate your emotions.

You were my freedom with wings and I was your foundation with boughs. I was your spring and you brought me peace, til autumn withered my leaves, now its mental slavery. I cage you with my barren branches because I expected you to take my seeds to pass my legacy on in the next tree. But I'm a misogynistic male chauvinist with no regard for your feelings just submit to my will and let me name my son. Because who am I to have that right? What weight is my advice on the scale of your way or my way? Who made the scale that makes a difference from a husband and wife?

Break even if you believe we're equal.

We don't need a leader, we just breathe in sync and follow the sequence. Right or wrong is relative just depends on how you think. She's a renegade lover, she don't need me. So, let me give her, her freedom.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Not exactly a love sonnet is it? I admire your ambition and candor. Bitterness and anger are hard to express well. This poem expresses it very well and clearly.

There seem to be two themes in this poem. A personal, up close theme and a more universal condemnation of feminism. That may be a little strong, but it is a possible interpretation.

The poem supports its position with evidence, that is to say, examples. These do support the position, and make the piece more unpleasant and difficult to read. Please don't think I doubt the veracity. I do not, and even if I was not a believer, the examples reinforce my tendency to suspend disbelief.

Generally, this is a very well written poem about a very unpleasant subject.

[Writeous Ink]

Those are the two themes I was going for. It was very personal I shared it in hopes of exposing the negative and irresponsible ideals of the feminism trend.

Its a deep and under-discussed subject so I shared what I've been experiencing.

Also the examples I used were very personal and I wouldn't expect anyone to understand without an explanation.

Thanks for the review! From what I can tell, I feel like I can learn a lot from you. Especially on giving reviews, I haven't had enough practice or anyone who cared enough for my opinion to do as well.

Thanks.

[Delmar Cooper]

Remember opinions are like alimentary tracts, even worms have em'.