He looked at her
Like she was the Moon,
She looked at him
Like he was the Sun;
He adored her like a poet misconstrued,
She squinted at him
Like an unwanted bulk of Helium.
He believed
That their love was like a flower:
Enduring all of the World’s odds;
Even after she ‘Hence, Prove‘d
Through the hours
How their romance was akin an oxymoron.
But one fine day of Autumn,
Their story took a hard right;
On the sidewalk
She bumped into some scoundrels –
So he took the chance
To show her his macho might.
But Oh, boy
She was no Damsel in Distress;
So, she kicked them in the shin,
Christening him Sexist, Anti-feminist.
Oh, that poor fella probably forgot
It’s the twenty-first century
We’re living in.
So this is how, kids, He lost his chance –
Even if it lied
Somewhere near zero point one percent.
And ergo from then on,
He didn’t even dare open doors for the ladies,
‘Cause now he knows
They’re all Strong, Independent Women.
-JAISMINE K.
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