Career Woman, Working Mother
Labels that ushered in the age of female independence
Feminazis claim: "You don't need a man..."
to be happy,
to make a living,
to have child.
You just need a donor.
What if I want to be more?
More than an X or Y.
More than a checkbook.
More than a bundle of muscles.
I am offering a name,
a future,
a family.
I am a REAL man looking for a REAL woman.
Not an apron, not a broom, not just a body.
Give me soul, a heart,
always,
forever.
always,
forever.
April is National Poetry month. Today begins my attempt to meet the challenge offered by the Poetical Asides website.
The prompt for today's poem was as shown below:
For today's prompt, pick a type of person and write a poem about him or her. To help set the scene, you may want to title your poem as who the type of person is. For instance, you could write a poem titled "Firefighter," "Cynic," "Optimist," "Teacher," "2-year-old," etc. The list is endless.
(NOTE: I wrote my poem above from the perspective of a man in today's "modern" world.)
I encourage everyone to join in and contribute their own poetical aside.
