I wonder if it’s enough
to be behind the scenes.
The one feeding the actor
his lines.
The puppeteer pulling strings,
“Now nod your head in agreement.”
“Place your hand on your heart.”
“Emphasize, **** it.”
Just so
he can lead.
Like the time
I fed him the line,
and they praised him
for thinking of it.
Who told us that anyway?
Was it consensus?
Religion?
Tradition dressed as truth?
Why would the cosmos
design men to be the lead
when what they’re best at
is taking orders?
Why would women
sit back in silence
and let this logic
live for generations?
The silent weavers
of the invisible web,
and we don’t even
get to eat the insect.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
I wonder if it’s enough
to be behind the scenes.
The one feeding the actor
his lines.
The puppeteer pulling strings,
“Now nod your head in agreement.”
“Place your hand on your heart.”
“Emphasize, **** it.”
Just so
he can lead.
Like the time
I fed him the line,
and they praised him
for thinking of it.
Who told us that anyway?
Was it consensus?
Religion?
Tradition dressed as truth?
Why would the cosmos
design men to be the lead
when what they’re best at
is taking orders?
Why would women
sit back in silence
and let this logic
live for generations?
The silent weavers
of the invisible web,
and we don’t even
get to eat the insect.
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