BROKEN 'SHE'

BROKEN 'SHE'

A Poem by honey
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Birth of misandry

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Passionate kisses from a lover turned stings of a scorpion
Tender teases from a soulmate turned claws of a tiger
Beautiful smiles and soft moans turns cries of anguish
Oh son of Lucifer!!!
Why hast thou failed to rest in peace or rot in hell!

Mother nature blessed 'she' with perfection
alas, it was a curse
Exquisitely sculpted, marvellously carved, she was irresistible
Genesis of a romance ended horridly in a twinkle
Demons in forms of Angels!!!
Oh son of hell, return to your home!

His naivety and pleasantness only a mask of darkness
Her innocence pilfered by the son of sin
Her bloom withered by his callousness
And her blood reeked of his dirt
Oh Father of b******s !!!
Your children await you in hell!

Sweet smiles of 'she' now an eternal lour
Her trustful heart now stones of protection
'She' could see and smell him in every man
Was nature to blame for 'she's' relative weakness
Don't you dare come near 'she' !
Sons of the same father!!!

© 2019 honey


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Since I am a survivor of years of sexual abuse in my childhood, I find it pretty amazing that this type of abuse was not foremost in my mind, as I read your poem. I did read abusive misogyny or "toxic masculinity" (for a current term) into your words, but there seemed to be a parallel message that was just as loud for me. This was your apparent message about MOTHER earth being abused by the greed of men. I like both interpretations & that these are related issues. It's all about exploiting what one has power over. I understand the tendency to misandry, but this is a further killing of the woman's spirit, in my humble opinion. This is letting the abuser win becuz hating is losing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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honey

4 Years Ago

Thanks for the review barley...I understand your perspective but I'm writing about reality...toxic m.. read more



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I saw this like barley we are consonant in that regard... the truth is we are all made of the stuff of good and evil in all of us is a struggle twixt those natures it is the one that we embrace and nurture that becomes us but the other side is always nipping at our toes. I like the messages in this

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honey

4 Years Ago

Thank you Robert

I think you can write all right and you need to write more.. just sayin and prayin nothing more..... and maybe.. just maybe when ya do a bit o reviewin there will be others like me who might just cushion da fall......

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honey

4 Years Ago

Thanks for the review Neville
Neville

4 Years Ago

my pleasure..
Since I am a survivor of years of sexual abuse in my childhood, I find it pretty amazing that this type of abuse was not foremost in my mind, as I read your poem. I did read abusive misogyny or "toxic masculinity" (for a current term) into your words, but there seemed to be a parallel message that was just as loud for me. This was your apparent message about MOTHER earth being abused by the greed of men. I like both interpretations & that these are related issues. It's all about exploiting what one has power over. I understand the tendency to misandry, but this is a further killing of the woman's spirit, in my humble opinion. This is letting the abuser win becuz hating is losing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
honey

4 Years Ago

Thanks for the review barley...I understand your perspective but I'm writing about reality...toxic m.. read more

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Added on July 3, 2019
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Tags: Broken, Rape, Misandry


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