Sexistentialism

I must be so hard to love.
So many people just figure it out
Push past the insufficiencies,
The blemishes and doubts,
And forge something sacred
In the intimacies and silence
But I’ve lived in isolation
With men of violence
And no one will stay
But those who ensure
I will pay for their presence;
If they must endure,
I must accommodate.
I must recompense.
I have lost all my hope,
All that I sensed
Was good and worthwhile.
These vile creatures trick
And abscond with my soul
I am sick
With longing to be whole and cared for
Beyond exploitation
The only men stronger than I am
Don’t respond to invocation.

And men are no longer the sort
To stand for the weak,
To state the cause of the one
Who cannot speak.

Men would prefer to amuse themselves,
To find some pleasant diversion
From their God-given roles
To defend against aspersions
And subjugations.
Manhood is lost
But the ones who really eat that cost

Are the women and children.