The Bad Man & The Perfect Woman
The Bad Man & the Perfect Women
I
Thank you mother earth for all you have provided for me, the accommodating laws and opportunities, the freedom, and the equality; my allowance for the good deeds I have promised, like the promise ring you accidentally flushed down the sink, and clumsily flipped the switch spinning the blades of the garbage disposal. “A Good Man!” Many would say when describing me, mostly because I’ve kept quiet, while flocks of females sexually harass me, verbally abused me calling me every name in the book of a slang dictionary. Not to mention you have accused me for physically abusive behavior. If my memory serves me correct, “A wonderful memory,” many would say…. The story went like this: It had began with a simple task I had forgotten, but according to her, It was as if I had just brutally killed her cat! May God ever forgive me as she has spared the blood covered rod across my face multiple times, and pulled handfuls of hair from my head, kicked me in the stomach until I began to cough up blood. As I lay there lifeless and innocent upon the pool of blood covered marbled floors of the house I bought. The last thing I remember was her cracking a glass vase upon my head. Although there were a few unconscious thoughts that remained: The fact that I had never lied a hand on her in any form of violence, nor anyone else, not just because I am a man of peace and harmony, “Many would say.” I also thought about my elbows and hands were usually busy blocking blows to the face.
II
I am now in prison for domestic dispute charges, I am an abusive man, “One would say.” I remember that day in the courtroom, those couple self taken pictures of self inflicted wounds. A couple minor bruises, a couple minor cuts. Minor injuries you gave yourself, which pale in comparison to a shattered face and a few broken ribs that you had so neatly presented me with. Minor injuries and divorce papers I had recently been given which now gives you half my funds, half the house, and half the business I spent all my life and passion to create, a life spent with passion I watch it all disintegrate behind red, black and blue, surrounding the iris of my eyes.
III
Mom, these prison walls were not meant for me, I’ve lost all the fight I once had within me. My manhood was vanished because of an evil woman who had set me up on a date with a violent homosexual prisoner who has torn my anal cavity, and enlarged my rectum, just one more month of internal bleeding, and frequent visits to the infirmary
IIII
When I look back on my relationship with Eve, I should have known on our first date that she would have been the reason for this suicidal fate, when I thought she was something special, and I wanted to wait for the art for of sexual intercourse, but she forced herself upon me, I remember saying, “NO! Please Stop, I’m really not ready!” Yet she continued unraveling my clothes like a snake. Some would call this rape, in face anyone in there right mind would; but unfortunately I was the male gender, and the only way of getting her off me, would be by physical force, which she could have claimed abuse! I wish I would have done that, and some would have called me a bad man, some would have asked me what I was thinking at the time, and I would have replied, “I was just thinking ahead.” and then I wouldn’t be in this mess that I am in now, standing on a chair with a rope around my neck tied to the base of the ceiling fan to extract the ghost within me
V
I’m writing this letter for you, the government who fought so hard for sexual equality…. These are the last words I will ever write: “I’ve never delivered any form of force to a woman, I never cheated, not once, I never lied, I’ve never been abusive, physically or verbally, and this is where it took me. Thank you mother earth for all you have provided. (Some Relationships are like spending your entire life building pyramids.)
I
Thank you mother earth for all you have provided for me, the accommodating laws and opportunities, the freedom, and the equality; my allowance for the good deeds I have promised, like the promise ring you accidentally flushed down the sink, and clumsily flipped the switch spinning the blades of the garbage disposal. “A Good Man!” Many would say when describing me, mostly because I’ve kept quiet, while flocks of females sexually harass me, verbally abused me calling me every name in the book of a slang dictionary. Not to mention you have accused me for physically abusive behavior. If my memory serves me correct, “A wonderful memory,” many would say…. The story went like this: It had began with a simple task I had forgotten, but according to her, It was as if I had just brutally killed her cat! May God ever forgive me as she has spared the blood covered rod across my face multiple times, and pulled handfuls of hair from my head, kicked me in the stomach until I began to cough up blood. As I lay there lifeless and innocent upon the pool of blood covered marbled floors of the house I bought. The last thing I remember was her cracking a glass vase upon my head. Although there were a few unconscious thoughts that remained: The fact that I had never lied a hand on her in any form of violence, nor anyone else, not just because I am a man of peace and harmony, “Many would say.” I also thought about my elbows and hands were usually busy blocking blows to the face.
II
I am now in prison for domestic dispute charges, I am an abusive man, “One would say.” I remember that day in the courtroom, those couple self taken pictures of self inflicted wounds. A couple minor bruises, a couple minor cuts. Minor injuries you gave yourself, which pale in comparison to a shattered face and a few broken ribs that you had so neatly presented me with. Minor injuries and divorce papers I had recently been given which now gives you half my funds, half the house, and half the business I spent all my life and passion to create, a life spent with passion I watch it all disintegrate behind red, black and blue, surrounding the iris of my eyes.
III
Mom, these prison walls were not meant for me, I’ve lost all the fight I once had within me. My manhood was vanished because of an evil woman who had set me up on a date with a violent homosexual prisoner who has torn my anal cavity, and enlarged my rectum, just one more month of internal bleeding, and frequent visits to the infirmary
IIII
When I look back on my relationship with Eve, I should have known on our first date that she would have been the reason for this suicidal fate, when I thought she was something special, and I wanted to wait for the art for of sexual intercourse, but she forced herself upon me, I remember saying, “NO! Please Stop, I’m really not ready!” Yet she continued unraveling my clothes like a snake. Some would call this rape, in face anyone in there right mind would; but unfortunately I was the male gender, and the only way of getting her off me, would be by physical force, which she could have claimed abuse! I wish I would have done that, and some would have called me a bad man, some would have asked me what I was thinking at the time, and I would have replied, “I was just thinking ahead.” and then I wouldn’t be in this mess that I am in now, standing on a chair with a rope around my neck tied to the base of the ceiling fan to extract the ghost within me
V
I’m writing this letter for you, the government who fought so hard for sexual equality…. These are the last words I will ever write: “I’ve never delivered any form of force to a woman, I never cheated, not once, I never lied, I’ve never been abusive, physically or verbally, and this is where it took me. Thank you mother earth for all you have provided. (Some Relationships are like spending your entire life building pyramids.)
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