Ode To The Curse

Ode To The Curse

A concern must be held for much deliberation 

A gift given to men when gently unwrapped 

Opened with eager eyes, pressed against skin in exhilaration 

Expressed with beaming smiles, as onlookers over yonder admired

When we first unknowingly slept to be awakened to find our bride, at our side

In perfection, there she was, waiting to be loved, needing protection

She was what we needed, a help meet, a step up

A state of aloneness, without ego, self-image, we silently waited

Yet, for all the joy, comfort, pleasure and excitement she brought

As when nothing else mattered, we have forgotten those moments 

When brought to us to cherish, protect, love; another came

Stealthy, between us, and it's never been the same

It touched us when we went another way; not what she had in her hand 

The nakedness, shame, pain, and death didn't come before

Rather when in our moment of doubt we chose to ignore  

Everything about her, we felt we would lose, then the fall 

We were to blame for not trusting enough, to believe 

To know if when asleep, our bride came 

What cannot be done, as if, it had never happened again

We now abused their desire, accused them for our failings 

Bore the effects of our madness, our egos to have them as fodder

To love them, why bother, when we can use them in our harems

When not raped, beaten, pushed aside until ready for moments of pleasure 

Bodies no longer cherished, now used as tools of our trades in leisure

Asked not to speak up, be subservient, be locked away

It's still with us, in the inequities, of covering up so that we don't lust

Standards of morality, societal expectations, barriers erected 

In our traditions by mutilations, honor killings, social, economic disparities

Blatant disregard for her, a part of us, where none else could complete 

Bodies, we once loved to touch, voices as music to our ears

To love them was to love ourselves, on another day, when we laughed and played 

For all we saw, if loved, honored, treasured, we would be blessed in all we lacked

We were all in one, and without her, there would be no one

It's for us to not allow what wells up inside, to blind what we hide

The wombs that bear the world is now the damnation to our souls

Would that we be honest to accept, we are here because of her

She stayed by our side, waiting to be desired, to be appreciated

In the end, her only desire has always been, to love and be loved

Remember, from where she came, close to our heart

When there was nothing like sickness, pain or death to part

We will never have another to love, touch, find comfort

Willingly carry us, sense what we are, what we need 

If cast aside, it will be to our demise, surest defeat

A curse still lingers, widespread, has been an unwelcomed guest much to our travail