By: Jamie Redlawsk
Why such weary sentiment?
The ardor burning on your brow
Has triumphed little now,
Has come to such contoured defeat--
A host for migrant women's feet.
The curvature that pleases eyes,
Is little flesh and mostly lies.
In tune such lovely sirens sing,
Such pleasantries to suit a king!
Set stark in virile mass exchange,
Modern piety warrants new range:
In body go forth, in form express
Provocative is progress!
Yet likely a subverted goal,
To camouflage the lesser role,
Or flaunt what ought a girl befit,
Or discredit boys partake in it,
Where effigies of poise were burned,
The gendered binary fast returned.
A cognitive wash of one color per sex;
Scorn under breath one who rejects
Some logic, though I can't say what,
That deems a hero's inverse “slut”
Valiant, stagnant gentlemen,
Pure rationale time and again!
Is praised readily by HISstory.
She not he, and his not hers
The meaningless cause of ambiguous words
For which your robust daughters;
The delicate charm of your sons will lose
The courage, words, and will to choose.