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How many girls have never known
How much a man has loved her?
How many have never understood
The power that could have been theirs?
I don't think they pause to consider
The hearts they have bent
Or the plans they have contrived
In the soul of the one they've cast aside.
A man changes his direction,
He chooses a new course
In the pursuit of her own happiness,
And in some hope of requisition.
But too often it never comes,
Or if it does, it soon dwindles unto cessation.
So he moves on, unless it's too late.
Will he choose another, or has he
Set his course?
She should know, but has she set her own
Course instead?
Women today have no conception
Of the power that is their own.
They cry as though they are victims
Of a patriarchal system,
Not knowing they already rule
The hearts of the men around them.
But she'll pick and choose, and in the end
Her man will lose.
She has no clue that many men lose.
Men often lose.
And then, when a man has finally won
—for he has chosen you—
Will you grant him his prize,
Or will you stake your own claim
On the ground of your autonomy?
Will you make him a victor, or cost him a loss?
The choice is yours, but will you count the cost?
You can strip him down
With a few choice words.
The naked truth is all you need expose,
For no man is perfect—none have done well
On the spectrum of right and wrong.
Shall his shortfalls therefore become
Your wall of awards, your trophy case of triumphs?
Or will you choose instead to be his support?
Your response to him is up to you,
Not him.
He loves you, but you hold little value in that.
"I don’t need a man," rings the feminist proclamation.
Shall you join her in her hard-heartedness?
Then you have no need of his love.
His intentions are of no value to you.
Yet his love for you does not come
At no cost to himself.
And he will have spent himself before he realizes
He was fighting a loosing battle
All along.
For you, oh woman, are a bird who cannot be caged.
And your man is a fool, who thought he had won
On his most important front.
Yet the war was waged on many other fronts,
And while he thought he was fighting for you,
He has returned from the war only to find
That the real battle was at home,
And the real enemy was there, instead of
Where he'd been fighting.
Thus he has summarily lost the war.
How many girls have never known
How much a man has loved her?
How many have never understood
The power that could have been theirs?
I don't think they pause to consider
The hearts they have bent
Or the plans they have contrived
In the soul of the one they've cast aside.