I
Wright works well to wreck
Well, we wish he works well to rock
Like a chicken, he pecks, and scatters
Leaving no trail of his intakes
He believes a real man
Uses muscles to tackle women
Subduing them into fear
He believes one who makes women cry
Is the real deal
He believes, even his mother,
Must kowtow to him
Because he has the power of a male
And he parades his ignorance around my arena
II
I believe
He, like a huge rock,
Can never get into my sieve
And he’s in shock
III
My real man
Must apologise knowing not who wrongs
My real man
Must worship the temple which gave him life
My real man
Must be a realist who is dependable
My real man
Must be able to depend on me without shame
When the need arises
My real man
Must never think of hitting women
Let alone disrespecting his life giver
My real man
Must give respect to the real makers of the earth
My real man
Must stand for what’s right
And stick to his guns
Not with abuse
But with brains gained through wisdom
III
So parade not in my arena
I am who I am
Simple but with a choice
A choice to choose right
And not wrong
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

2 replies on “MY REAL MAN”
Incredible! This is so right on! Great poem!
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🙂 Thanks for your kindness. 🙂
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