Girls get screwed.
Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things.
The way things work, how
guys feel great, but make girls feel
cheap for doing
they beg for.
The way they get to play you,
all the while claiming they
love you and making you
The way it's okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next,
to move on to the apricot
when the peach blushes and bruises.
These things make me believe God's a man after all.
Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet?
Did you wonder if for once you might light up the room?
When you were big enough to cross the street on your own, did you ever wait for a signal, hear the frenzied approach of a fire truck and feel like stepping out in front of it?
Did you wonder just how far that rocket ride might take you?
When you were almost grown, did you ever sit in a bubble bath, perspiration pooling, notice a blow dryer plugged in within easy reach, and think about dropping it into the water?
Did you wonder if the expected rush might somehow fail you?
And now, do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?