I read and re-read alone, but it never makes sense

The pleas for women to give their bodies and lives to young men who deserve them

Yet, what man is truly deserving of a body which created his very existence

Reduce divine female energy to an object to which you're entitled

More than just titles

Not just a daughter, a wife, a mother

And a persistent urge ingrained from birth

Burrows itself deep into the roots of opportunity

As both lustful violence and morals grapple

But the outcome formulates

And is spat out via an Adam's apple that's been rotting to its core since early adolescence

My partner lays restless

Breathless at the destructive capabilities of man

And as I console her, I'm a problematic reflection

A projection of a contorted being that plagues her existence

That's exactly what I am

The product of past generations

A contemplation of a modern man

Tell them to smile

Because it might never happen

But it has, and it does, and it will

What was she wearing?

Looks don't kill

I'm a man, regretfully

I'm a man, unexceptionally

I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, indefensibly

What was she wearing?

Looks don't kill

She read and re-read alone

Missing, last seen here

In fear of and anticipating becoming another statistic

Because she has to create her own sense of safety, even in a safe district

Consolation via a telephone conversation is unclear

As muffled speech seeps through her tears

And all I offer is a throwaway sentence

That spits in the face of reassurance

And disregards the ending to a narrative that is all too familiar

To her and every woman, for that matter

I witnessed her soul shatter

I witnessed her sick to the stomach that a man could pluck a woman from where she stood

With the force to unearth her roots

And now her flowers only bloom in the heart of the common

This thing upon me like a flower, a feast

Women aren't objects to be devoured, deflowered

Pure repulsion is personified in power

You use brute force to overpower

Because you can't stand to see women empowered

Tell them to smile

Because it might never happen

But it has, and it does, and it will

What was she wearing?

Looks don't kill

I'm a man, regretfully

I'm a man, unexceptionally

I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, indefensibly

Tell them to smile

Because it might never happen

But it has, and it does, and it will

What was she wearing?

Looks don't kill

I'm a man, regretfully

I'm a man, unexceptionally

I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, indefensibly

What was she wearing?

Looks don't kill