Flogenic

Poet / Writer / Spoken Word Artist

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My Dearest Alaskan
Looking For Love
Short
#2
War
We Must Win
Farewell
Shame
Woman

Even on a good day, to you she’s just another conquest
To this belief so many men subscribe and bear witness

A testament to the actions we’re taught from day one;
Not to value you for brains but for your face and buns, hun

Man-n-n-n-n does not respect woman-n-n-n-n
But that’s okay because woman doesn’t need man to get by

How many y chromosomes does it take to raise a child properly?
I can guarantee that with one X you can’t do half of what she does with two

I’m all for having a mother and a father, but if you had to pick one
Mommy’s where it’s at

X is a cool fucking letter dude, how come you only got one
We all know who wears the pants, there’s only one man of the house

And she’s prefaced by “wo”

Besides, those baggy ass shits were meant for a man twice your size
And three times your caliber

Last time I checked, at least hers fit
My mind is resplendent with color, beauty, grace and charm when I think of she

When I think of he, my mind is rife with devils and animosity
Her form is one of curves and I DO love your lovely lady lumps

His form is one of blocks, last I checked
These muscles are good for little more than breaking rocks

Last I checked, she’s good for way more than that
They say not to hate the player, but rather the system

But unless I missed something
Us guys have some blame to share on this one

Your mother’s the closest you’ll come to god ‘till you’re dead, kid
So how do you disrespect the one that carries the womb

This one’s like that one, similar to the woman who had to carry you
So love the doble equis and not the cover of double XL

She is woman, and sexist or not
I’ll say she’s better than you

Her existence is more than any of us will ever be;
Simply put, woman has five letters

Man, just three



© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke