a real man
doesnt raise his hands
against a woman
he raises a woman with his hands.
activist. actor. artist. director. designer. playwright. poet. short story writer.
April 23, 2017 at 14:54
Physical hurt is the least of all hurts a man or group of men can do to a woman. Slander , stalking, encouraging other men to make passes at her …. there are a thousand ways to abuse. And just one way to love.
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April 23, 2017 at 15:01
i agree physical abuse is the least of hurts a man can inflict on a woman. the reason it is the second in the series. every man needs to understand, a sad woman means a sad home means a sad you. thanks for the insight.
April 23, 2017 at 17:08
There are herds where a male who can ward off the sexual advances of other males is preferred by a female. In human race I thought we are evolved and a woman can exist with out a man. This poem is NOT about the intimate partner abuse. This poem is about the harassment of a woman in public spaces , social spaces isolating her.
April 23, 2017 at 17:27
i smiled when i read your uppercase ‘NOT’. makes what follows look like a teacher’s comment on a student’s interpretation of a literary piece. again, i smiled. there’s nothing wrong with the poem being about what say it is about.
April 23, 2017 at 17:30
by the way, “raises” has three interpretations. i like that you have given me all three in different responses to the post.
April 24, 2017 at 04:14
🙂 before falling asleep last night , I thought to my self , it is his poem , not mine ! Why am I projecting ? Told my self , I should respond.
I know when I get stubborn …. Projection was a cognitive error.
April 24, 2017 at 06:46
for me, your projecting wasn’t really an error, it was justification of the desire that led to the writing of the poem. shows you feel as strongly as i do about this social evil and the need to curb it.
April 24, 2017 at 06:51
besides, whether (in) public or private, a woman should be safe in all spaces.
April 25, 2017 at 04:40
Thank you so much for being you ! 🙂
April 25, 2017 at 07:58
always. thanks for being the light at the end of some dark corridors.
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