Men

I found this poem I wrote in college on an especially feisty day and thought I'd share.

MEN

I know you know I’m here, 

But me you will ignore.

Tomorrow you’ll be clear:

It’s me you just adore.

You take your time and say,

“I’m not quite sure. Please wait.

 I must take time to pray.”

I’ll find another date. 

You want to hold my hand

and hear that I’ll be there. 

It’s this I cannot stand.

I’ll go pull out my hair. 

And then I look at him, 

So beautiful and kind.

This game is far too grim.

He’s in a different line.