"misandry" poems
Happenstance to the melancholic gives leave the sin of pride.
Inbound reconnaissance tells not the bearer of influence.
Squeamish at first: a foreshadowing of calamitous bonding.
A space between the mark of corporeal and the ethereal; a stringent hiatus
That which rattles the concrete foundation of morality is scarcely a malleable recourse.
Regret stains the unfounded soul: an enigma of ephemeral perforations.
A separation of the unmitigated humanities; misandry topples the writhing snake.
Impact; a cleansing of the maker's flaws integrated solemnly.
Complacency arrests the administration of the abhorred; unbridled is the autonomy of a guru.
Ambivalent giftedness burdens the reliant and haughty.
A flick of the tongue brings forth the cinema mortem.
Castaway: alone to wade in the sea of obscenities.
A temporal causality allows no mourning to abscond.
Negligence is not the enemy, but indulgent wrath.
Hesitant: a stroke of qualia begets the end of a maiden.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Equalist!
RE: The guerrilla girl’s poster 5% women artists yet 85% of the models are female.
This poster was heralded as a feminist rebuff of misogyny and the male gaze.
It is my opinion: one of the reasons females are more sexualised than males in Western society; is because the majority of women working in a sexualised industry such as modelling, dancing, fashion or *********** choose to perpetuate that role and the connection between *** and femininity; often in industries where females outnumber the men six to one; I'm also aware that the majority of the hierarchy in theses industries are male, it seems their gender solidarity is more concerned with the money; than notions of ****** inequality; thus perpetuating the issue.
Vernacular test:
Step one - Question one:
I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misandry? followed by what is your gender?
Step two - Question two:
I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misogyny? followed by what is your gender?
I did offer any information or allow any of the subjects to see the survey paper, or overhear the question.
Results: 30 subjects took part in the survey; One female knew both words and their meaning, and one female didn't know what Misogyny was. (Two females approached refused to take part in the survey, all men approached engaged.)
Step three - Question three:
I then gave all the subjects the dictionary definition and asked why they thought the vernacular misandry is not as well known as the word misogyny?
(I should add that I too couldn't recall the vernacular meaning of: Misandry; though I could recall the meaning or definition of Misogyny.)
Answers:
Female... "I don't care"
Female... "It's due to a gender economic imbalance"
Female..."Blokes just don't like it when women speak out about it"
Female..."I don't get involved in protests"
Female..."I don't know"
Female..."Men just think with their ******
Female... "There's more misogynists"
Female... "Because men are pigs"
Female... "Why does it mater"
Female... "It's just a word"
Female... "I'm not interested"
Female..."Try being a women"
Female... " It's ******** it's just a vernacular"
Female..."You wouldn't understand your a man"
The other 5 Females... chose to offer no explanation.
Answers:
Male..."I don't know"
Male... "who cares"
Male... "Yeh that's interesting"
Male... Why does it matter"
Male... "Let me think about it"
Male... "Who gives a ****
Male... "What's this about"
Male... "Can I see the results later"
The other 2 males... Chose to offer no explanation.
I personally identify as human; and don't wish to be defined, labeled or marginalised; I also don’t believe that secularism in any measure is healthy or meaningful in an inclusive society.
I question why 29 out of 30 subjects had heard of Misogyny; and just one person had heard of Misandry.
Sexism is not as the dictionary suggested prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women.
Everyone is effected buy prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination.
The subtleties of which is played out every day.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
It's 2 am
The television is quietly mocking me,
telling me I'm too large for my skin,
and providing a simple solution:
tiny capsules of hope, plagued with consequences.
Caution: may cause nausea, infertility, and (in some cases) death;
but isn't that a fair trade for a flat stomach?
The media consumes us:
"Slim is **** you can be **** too!"
Girls get the message from early on that
what is most important is how they look;
not the poetry they speak
or the way they move their feet
but the size of their jeans.
Women in magazines and on TV portray an unrealistic ideal of what a woman should be.
They turn into objects.
And when we lose the fight for our humanity,
we lose the fight for equality.
Misogyny is bred through the over-sexualized photographs in magazines or on the TV screen,
but so is misandry.
Men are depicted as stolid creatures,
and boys grow up being told they should conceal their emotions,
but even the strongest walls crumble with time.
Chipping away slowly at the concrete until
a flood of passion or rage overwhelms them.
The emotional tyranny of masculinity is exhausting.
Boys' role models are fit, cocky, and brute:
He-man, Superman, Spiderman; and if you can't earn that label of "man" then what are you?
We have all been brainwashed.
Tainted to believe that the image of the ideal man or woman is what we should strive towards;
and no matter how tirelessly we scrub, the idea remains;
like the residue of a bumper sticker you used to believe in.
It is too late for us, but the future holds innumerable possibilities for a better world.
A world where women are not accused of provoking **** because of their short shorts and men are offended by the idea because it suggests that they are incapable of control.
A world where men aren't seen of as weak or unmanly because they express themselves emotionally outside of their bedrooms.
A world where despite your weight, gender, race, or ****** orientation you can pursue your happiness.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
How can you not hate me
even if you don't know who I am
there is a chance that you should
since I am male and
we've been bred in a way
making people say "where the ****
are my brother's decency.
Because when I speak to them
it's idolizing women
then damning those girls for
having the same ideas as my brothers--
they hurl insults
and call them compliments
telling girls to be objects
treating females as plastic
when they are humans made of blood.
She is not barbie
you do not get to change her clothes
and dress her down to
make yourself feel more like Ken--
her accessories and personality
are not defined by your hands
men can not force
themselves onto women
and tell them they dressed
as a sex-doll does.
I'll be ****** for your
lack of decency, people will treat me
as a "man", but in reality--
those are not men they are devils
trying to stay hidden in the dark
and one day feminism will bring equality
for humans, and then we'll have to
deal with the devils hiding
beneath our skin.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
say say, "poems"
orbit around teenage angst or "melodrama"
and unrequited love or a "15 year old's infatuation"
with the relishes of teenage woes
alongside skanky ******
were reversed roles in a millennial
battle ; a literacy war
say say, "poets"
clad in magniloquent scrapes
of tight skin, "grandiose" leather
that screech tumblr or more commonly known "fashion"
were the luminescent windows
to that "boy's soul" or obnoxious ****
say say "teens"
as infertile as neglected garden soil
had fervent thoughts on "feminism"
or as the males see it as misandry
and whose words did not revolve
around themselves or "ignorance"
then maybe bloods wouldn't boil
past water's b.p.
and heads wouldn't load with loathe or "insecurities"
and hearts wouldn't heal with blood
or "suicide"
| say say - m.m |
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
*I'll swath my cliches
in over verbose decadence
and ask forgiveness in the morning.*
Edging
toeing
the fine line in between
Fighting to live
- or -
living to fight
in champagne surged soirees
of surreptitious allergens
Some ******* ballad
donning metalcore methods
aggressive to a fault
that is to say, earth-shattering
unyielding, unwavering, unapproachable
un-fucking-believable
You, me,
they, we,
truncated
but never forgotten
Had
but never spent
Forgotten
but never lost
Your name is in my autocorrect
with siren songs and call signs
from generational grievances,
Chivalrous misandry,
chorus discord
callous
Chandeliers swing
low like chariots.
Samson told us to keep dancing.
We were only listening,
abreast one another,
clad only in our genres.
We were so much more
until we were
lost,
but never mattered.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
peddling purity distortions
cutting my face into a mask
my whole world is
varying flavors of pain
but outside of myself
let me observe the other
no one declares
the male body sacred
worth the love of respect
protection or nurturing
surely we are more
than either
desecrated
or the desecrator
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
I am naïve skeptic
I am a bohemian capitalist
I am a sad corporatist
I am a misogynistic feminist
I am a misanthropic misandry
I am a traditional postmodernist
and a conservative liberal
I belong to someone, but mostly to myself
I am not yours, yet I am not mine either.
I am everything and I am nothing.
I am tender and cold,
I am sour and soft.
Darker than night,
Brighter than day.
Loving and spiteful
Caring and callous.
I am a poet concealed in prose
I am a writer covered in playwright
I am here, but I am also there.
I am an old novelty
and a new discovery.
I am a bit of van Gogh’s ear.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
We’re the lunatics in this world full of normalcy. The honest liars , unaffected by the universal hypocrisy.
Hand in hand , we’ll take a stand. For better or worse; ash to ash , dust to dust. Keeping in mind , the world has its haters , its got the just. But the right to love is infringed by this superficial bunch.
Their judgmental eyes, prying noses. Sticking in places they shouldn’t be; Judging people who stick it in places they shouldn’t be.
In god we trust , this godforsaken nation. I don’t think god cares if you’re gay or lesbian. Never was it written that it makes you less of a being.
But woe to the one who dreams of equality. Support what I say or you’re just spreading misogyny. Racism and sexism don’t exist for the majority. All of this **** spread by zealotry.
Spreading your legs is oppressing my feminity. Misandry is a lie says she, speech full of obscenities.
Forgotten are those who suffer in silence, The lies of brats masking the violence.
Where is my privilege? I’m straight, white, and male. You sip on your pumpkin spice, Telling me to rot in hell, For the basic transgression of begging for help.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
I think you might have serious psychological issues.
A combination of PTSD and BDD,
resulting in an extreme form of misandry,
which you compensate for by completely disrespecting your own body.
With masochism as a defense mechanism,
and danger as stress relief;
your personal well-being is so far down on your list that it turns my stomach just thinking about it.
You're some kind of crazy and it makes me feel kind of sick.
How's that for a diagnosis?
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
can you see misogyny
oh dear yes i can
can you see misandry
only if your man
oh yeah
hear we are call it new
call it yesterday
no time left for all of you
just the same again
why we think its different
ug said what a *****
shera hated mindless ug
here's the endless glitch
oh yeah
don't know don't know
why we go so slow
oh now oh now
kiss me till we glow
oh yeah
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
I found the end of our rainbow, there's life beyond this pile of laundry,
let's built a hut here, it's safe for us and a mouthful of misandry/
We have hate and we have love, let's make one that's a larger sin,
let them take their bibles out, we wear the new testament on our skins//
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
_
i hate that I still
crave your embrace
even after you've
beaten
up my heart
stolen my joy and
confiscated my tears
i hate that you
built a fortress
in my heart where
your enemies take captive.
misandry
i think it's time
you and I part ways.
you're killing me
but i can't seem to stay away.
_
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
1, 2, 3, 4
What are women fighting for?
My father doesn't know-
about my past.
As the **** culture comments
slip from his tongue-
I mourn for the women
who experience the same.
Because every time
it is a knife upon my spine
chipping away at my backbone.
Some days,
it hurts to stand up straight.
5, 6, 7, 8-
Women need to procreate!
We tell women
their legs are an entry way
men can use at will.
But then they urge us to keep the seed
growing inside of us-
when sometimes it is just a ****
coming to the surface
because of an invasion
of our own garden
the one we spent
so much time growing.
In the case we let it flourish
into a flower, even though we don't
have the proper nutrients
all of those mouths
that told us to water it
are now dry and absent.
They don't return
so we are the ones who become withered..
Once,
a man who thought we was more
medicine than overdose
took away a child
that could of been my sibling.
And ever since-
my mother feels the withdrawal.
7, 8, 9, 10-
Will **** culture ever end?
Not when there's a vulture
among the white house
now painted blood red,
Caucasian white,
and bruised ego blue.
When the words
are noosing their way
around our necks-
we must give misogyny a kiss of death.
When some "feminists"
spew misandry from the pores
remind them to exfoliate
the hatred from their vocal chords.
Remind them to
look up the definition of feminism.
We can't forget-
about the boy who was forced
by his cousin and stayed silent
because "men can't get *****
right?
We can't forget-
about the women of color
who fight harder than most
because their skin
gives them the greater war.
When this America
is etched with white supremacy
Don't let them fetishize
or demoralize our sisters.
We stand together.
Don't let these instances
slip through your fingers.
Grab them by the throat
and remind yourself
of when they made
you lose your voice.
1, 2, 3, 4
What are the people fighting for?
******* Equality.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
in birth i wake
with an overbearing taste
of salt in my mouth.
people are the worst,
i don't want to be one.
but misandry is misdirected
a lack of perspective.
people are the persons
that make up the waves
of eyes and mouths
that i wade into in birth.
and one gentle tide will
wash upon the shore,
that carries me to sea
and i'll be willing to go.
i was assured in birth
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
He needs to grow
A pair of hairless ones... soon.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
These hallowed halls remind me of myself-
the way I would attempt
to see the sunlight on days
there was nothing but darkness.
I'm always writing about
how I can't breathe.
It would be nice to know
what oxygen feels like,
what living before you feels like.
But I do not live in that world-
not anymore.
You reside in the skin under my nails
and the corners of my eyelids.
Buried beneath these things
I will never notice-
but utilizing a place so important.
Nothing kept me going
not the sun or the stars
or even the idea that love exists.
Nothing has.
It only hinders my progress-
people like to run away
return their investment
for something they bought prior
or for something that seems so much better.
No one wants damaged goods.
No one sees the potential they have
to become your favorite thing.
You ruined my life,
and continue to.
Every time you are far behind me
you catch a flight and find me again.
You are the reason I cannot breathe correctly-
or love enough, or trust in someone.
You are the reason I cling to what's terrible for me.
I wish all of this was an over exaggeration for art.
I wish this wasn't my truth.
But it is.
I have to deal with it-
I wish you did too...
This time of year always breaks me again.
Skipping over these days would help me breathe
but theres no livelihood inside of me
only misandry and misery.
Just know that you have ruined me-
know you have succeeded.
Lastly, you won't find me where I'm going
so don't even try to look.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
They don't tell you you won't be able to walk down the street without holding your keys between clenched-knuckle fists
That the man on the train whose breath smells like whiskey and desperation will smile at you like a prize at the fair
That eye contact is "permission"
That your outfit speaks louder than your voice
That no matter what you say it won't matter because your skirt length has already confessed to the crime
That fighting for equality is equated to hysterical misandry
That not shaving your legs for a week is essentially social suicide
That you will be accused of plagiarism over and over because "there's no way YOU could have written this"
That girls who refuse to smile when they're told are ******* but girls who do are "asking for it" (oh and girls who look over but don't smile are "teases")
That your mouth is useless unless he's the one putting something in it
That "you know boys won't like you if you don't stop with that feminism crap" who the **** asked you? If "that feminist crap" prevents me from getting a boy to like me, how could I POSSIBLY go on with my life, right? I wouldn't want to be near someone who frowns upon my right as a human being, let alone date them so no I don't give a **** and no I won't stop with "that feminist crap" and yes
I do kiss my mother with this mouth, not that you'd ever find out for yourself
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
i see a figure in the dark
talons clasped
dripping in blood
rust
& vermillion
staggering at tearing
exaggerating an overarched tell
a blatant question
how are you
i see a blind mandala
prayer hands clasped
dripping in tears
of pure salinity
& surging tides
bow hunting in the dark
flowing outward unto a convex well
a patient response
i don’t care
I see a tanned ***** bone
lower limbs clasped
dripping in lubrication
of creme
& fresh pressed juice
mindful of one moment
misandry in this
a hesitant sconce
i need you
i see crows feet
sickly skin
of snow & sleet
i see a son becoming his father
love of the climb
addicted to the fall
from a widows peak
i see all of this
& yet
i am blinded by every her
after all
half the battle is in the dark
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC