Mysogynist

 


Women, where shall you walk on this earth?! 

You are walking on the egg shells, 

The women you talk are the carriers of mysogynist mentality- supporting those foxes,

The men you talk are ready to eat you, 

Chew your bones, cook your soul and serve the broth to his other fellow brothers and foxes,

Women, whom will you love?! 

These are the veiled foxes,

They hate your being, your essence, 

But, still binds you with them for their own foul dispositions, 

They never learned how to talk or treat women! 

Most importantly they never learned how to live with women! 

Women you become their weapon, 

The weapon they use for their predominance,

These are not men, these are mysogynists lingering everywhere to stir your clear vision,

To put hurdles on your way, and to chain you in manifold ways that once were your desires, 

Desire to build a family,

Desire to love and to be loved,

A self-aware truly educated man trained in feminism, development and empowerment is so attractive,  but, he is rarely found, 

Men those who have defeated their ego and worked on themselves, 

Who have met the anima and done the shadow work- they know, they knows how to treat women,

Women- you are left alone with the unethical vultures circling around you, Who are ready to nibble the flesh out of your body and decorate it in their cigar plate, Ready to be served- well polished and adorned,

You are merely an equipment to them.

Yes, they want to extract love from you, 

So, you pour all the love you have, 

In exchange they will hide their hate and prejudice for a while, 

Until you become their daily used machinery and scheduled routine,

They are the same old culprits without any renewal!

They just get better, 

Better in manipulation and control, 

Better in negotiations, 

They wear the century old orthodox mentality, 

The masks sometimes falls short in the longest run, 

Women you are always a slave in love-if you ever loved an unaware mysogynist, 

Women you are doomed even more if you were born and raised by a vulture like them, 

And, you are a failure if you ever bear and raise a mysogynist -a vulture in your nest! 


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 11.03 pm

MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216


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