supercilious by Gira BryantIf I thought you would've listened
I would've told you
taught you
how to be and act like a man
how to apologize -
no explanations necessary
sincerely, from the heart
how to be courteous -
the opening of doors
the carrying of packages
the pulling out and pushing in
of a chair
how to not be afraid -
of hard work
even of dirty work
to stare it down
and get it done
how to make someone's day -
with sweet surprises
the little acts of thoughtfulness
gentle, simple, sweet affection
how to take consent for granted -
to make plans ahead
be excited enough about them
to ensure the other's enjoyment
how to talk -
without a superinflated ego
or braggadocio, or about your cock
simply, sincerely, from the heart
And yet, when I think
how much it would've cost
me, to impart those lessons
I realize -
I am not your Mother.
I feel guilty for being relieved
but it's not my problem.
The irony is that as a woman,
I know more about being a man
than you do.
01/23/2009 Posted on 01/23/2009 Copyright © 2025 Gira Bryant
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/09 at 04:05 PM Way to burn them in that last stanza. This is ferocious and quite a bit of weird fun to read. Really, really nice. |
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/23/09 at 09:41 PM LOL!!! MFS |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 01/27/09 at 04:45 PM i miss you and your sauciness. this is the voice i know. and i feel the same way! |
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