To have a son
This is a little poem where I describe how a gentlemen should be, from a women’s perspective, after encountering too many bad-mannered men.
I can’t wait to have a son
so I can teach him how to be a man
who can make a house a home
and transform a meal into a dinner.
A man who knows how to act
in the presence of a woman,
that won’t lay a hand
when words do not swing in his favor, nor
forget that dressing up doesn’t always mean
dressing down
respect comes from respecting others,
not asserting your authority
aggression is acceptable
only when one aggresses you,
it is not to show your power
over women or men you don’t choose.
In this world, this means so many things
it means allowing a woman
to be whatever she wants to be,
and not expecting her to go down on her knees
just because you want her to,
or the conscious exchange of sex
so she feels that she is deserving of your love
To be a man means to realize
that being a man makes you no different than a woman,
you just have a penis when there is meant to be a vagina.
