Conversations With A Man

Man: Wow, you’re pretty

Woman: Thanks

Man: I’m looking for a pretty woman

Woman: Oh really, that’s nice

Man: I think women have to take care of themselves after they get married, the man has the right to leave her, you know?

Woman: Oh really? What about the man?

Man: What about him?

Woman: Shouldn't he take care of himself too?

Man: (laughing!) It’s not the same thing. Anyway, like I said, the woman I’m with has to look pretty and STAY pretty!

Women: What about her intelligence?

Man: What do you mean?

Women: What I mean is her mind, should she be smart?

Man: (laughing) Oh no, definitely not. She should be pretty, that’s all that matters!

Woman: I don’t suppose you’d be interested in my poems then, I really think you should hear it

Man: (Bored) Ok..

Woman: Well, here it is….

She begins…

"It's called the

King Of Beast

I know not what lies in store
Nor do I ask for much more
Searching relentlessly for dreams
Hoping to find what it all means

Pleasure and pain you may ask
Why would one endure the task?
Pray, do not ask of me
What I for one cannot see

The very reason I do not know
Brought upon in life to grow
Provided with freedom and joy
While society declares me a toy

My gender is not one of opinion
Only beauty and a marked civilian
A man’s toy placed down the hall
To be at his own beck and call

Neither education nor wisdom they say
Only ones beauty and the role they play
The predator will seek his everlasting prey
And conquer he shall with no delay

So what differs us humans from animals?
No longer so strange to think us cannibals
Searching as hounds for the smell of prey
No minds to use, nor intelligence or brains

Can you turn back the years, if you please?
Take away my thoughts, my mind, my beliefs
And hand me over to a King of Beasts
To bare him his cubs and never have dreams

She stands up and smiles..

“I may be pretty but I’m not stupid so good bye and good luck”

as she walks away with her head held high...