Avoiding Torment

"The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women."
(Quote by Jules Michelet.)

How much our perpectives differ.
How quickly our passions meet.
How clearly our paths lead away from one another.
How blindly our touch lacks resistance.

The words that have been said,
the vulnerability that has become so placid:
Each taste a difficult reminder of the past,
yet each a branding moment of irreproachable clearity.

It depresses
and enchants.
Breaks
and empowers.


It is entirely incredible the effect
a man can have upon a woman.
She will laugh more at his tiresome jokes;
cry more at each moment he faulters.
She will live up to his expectations,
yet hope to portray someone apathetic.

She will evaluate, discuss, and analyze
each of his irrelevant remarks.
Die a little each time
he cares less for her than she expects.
Hate each person
who insults her Man.

Us educated, intelligent Women,
those who may one day rule the world:
even we
are swept away by...
possibly hollow words.
Entirely pointless thoughts.
And a world of hopeless hope.

It pains me to see us women
so entirely under the
spell
of another being.
A Man.
The Man.

Ah the definite article.
I will pretend I am not one of these women.
I will attempt an aloof demeanor as long as I can.
I will be indifferent.

"Of all heavy bodies, the heaviest is the woman we have ceased to love."
(Quote by Pierre Edouard Lemontey.)