Fragility (poem)


Misogynistic men are more like glass than they’d ever care to admit
See through, fragile things whose broken shards will cut you,
Spill your blood and lie in it
Leaving them to
Bathe in your elixir
Lavishing in your agony

Chauvinistic men
On unprecedented notions of themselves
They do little more than hold you—
Confine you to tight spaces
Delegate you to still, lifeless vessels
Never letting you spill yourself from their hard
Glass cases—
They do little more than keep you

And when they break
They break easily
And often
Walls built so high, and so heavy they drag the world with them
When they come crumbling down

Be wary of men who see niceness as a vehicle towards entitlement
Those that can only build themselves
Atop the vertebrae of your spine
The work of your body

Such fragility is dangerous
It is often violent
Inking pain into hands that have been trained to hold it all
Onto bodies already shouldering the weight of the world

The best way to avoid it
The only way to save a flame from being stomped out
Is never to bend to the will of fragile men

Whose entire identities are wrapped in poisonous ego
Don’t become consumed by the pressure to gratify
To satisfy then beg and beseech forgiveness when your end-of-life efforts, seem not enough
Never enough

Wear sensitivity like the armor it is
Be shielded in love
Sheathed in warmth and kindness

For fragility
broken glass and words cloaked in daggers
only serve to hurt us all

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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