Money prowess has been kept away from my cooking hands
You have blocked my sense perception to feeling my being
Youth- The conditioning of the nascent brain
Boys and Girls, Oh! the boy and the girl are broken open and pasted under the sticky gum, blue and pink,
Valour was a boy’s concourse, while a girl forced her way to be the gentle heart, to not fart, jerked often to be deeply infused, throttled, pushed to be an element of subservience.
To smile, not utter vile words, not behave in deranged mannerisms, schisms, and multilateralism all confining and converging in the precious halting point to control,
Cease the soul, armor, and valor, of the soul that was meant to be transcendental.
Opaque social norms, nerve wrecked and hacked by prejudice, while a small child carries repute in her brittle skeletal body with underdeveloped breasts,
Can become soft targets for dense heads, as they willingly exploit the weakling in a grouping.
Communing, Organizing, catapulting, and Amplifying voices of sanity,
Almost lost in the haze and long distance.
Sound can echo until reaching a certain location, beyond that it reverses back,
Comes and lays in her willing-to-be-shattered little body.
He is calm and composed, host of qualities all edging to find peace,
Solemn regularity, of deep neck aesthetics, for even he, draws his neck appearing like a lost Ostrich.
The shadows of both of them twirl and crawl mischievously, calling hoot with a strange voice to a lost generation old man who dictates who is what?
Gut filled with worms, and mouth filled with germs, he utters and proliferates a deranged sense of gap, gap existing, persisting to address and convince the truth.
Eternal and non-changing, in the dark brown vesicles laying on skin lay the periphery of oceans and sigmas, merging with the whitish remains of a wound with mortar and flies producing pollen, taken and darken in the subdued and lost historical ways and manners, almost killing many with old mannerisms and hasty generalizations and trepidations.
The cocoon has not yet hatched but fate has been sealed and decided.
Mature- Seeping the conditioning onto flesh and porous bone
The extremes have already reason, in the humble manosphere even women included,
Perpetrators are trained with nuisance and accumulated nonsensical replies to countering questions.
Marriage is a contract, yet divulged and meaning different to two equal parties.
It harnesses equity in perpetuity, only to end up in solemn tragedy, as equivocation was never a patriarchal trait.
At best it turns and twirls only at sight, on a drunken night of forceful unison and trapped together.
Gone are the days when the boy and girl suffered the rage of a man and woman, as they have bloomed into those roles themselves.
For him, his father connived with the best food, water, and clothes.
Expected him to become a protector in cadence and persistence, trained to perform resistance.
He alters, gets pardoned if he falters, and grossly amputated hands rage havoc on him.
Of the system that his creators created, of starving a woman’s hand to work,
With multiple tools and multiple voices leading her, she heads countries, expanses, boundaries, oceans, and wildlife.
Yet the matriarch and the patriarch seem sterile to be changing as per the new age of the new world,
An age that their likes created by colonizing the Native Amerindians.
Of seemingly colonizing and building empires over daughter’s bodies from time immemorial,
With no dread and sorrow in soul, mind, and body as a whole.
Yet blamed for her lack of money prowess and her numb cooking hands.
(Cosmic Insight is a portion where I discuss and explain more of my poem)
This poem reflects deeply on the topic of gender roles. Everyone in today’s world has been entrenched in a gender role. This poem navigates the way around these enforced roles and how in its complete picture these roles damage humanity as a whole. It also looks specifically at daughters and how their sexuality becomes a repute, targeted for only cooking and having no monetary agency, as the societal norms never uplifted them to be industrious and creating own money for themselves. It also equates roles enforcing moves to broader oppressions that have affected in broader time scale, not literally but metaphorically.
Thanks a lot for taking some precious time out of your schedule to read my work. If you like it, you can read some of the other poems I have linked below. I hope you have a great day! Thanks for stopping by!!!
