This poem is about a man, dehumanization, guilt and isolation.
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Joshua Brown
Ding dong
Which witch rang the door bell?
Freaking out
Listening closely to the breathing.
I dare not
Peek through the peep hole
Would you?
Can't they see a shadow pass?
Peaches
That was her name and she had
A nice butt
But it was not very R-selected
I looked
But just for a second in curiosity
Come on
It's not like I was into witchcraft
God saw
Stupid voyeur god that peeked
Daring me
To reveal my own ill contempt
Betrayed
By the actions that went against
My words
And she noticed, oh she noticed
#poem #poetry #lust #attraction #eyes #shame #guilt #instinct #sex #flirting
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📅 Written December 17, 2023
📍 Written in Centennial, Colorado
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I learned to flirt from my mother, which has turned out to be a terrible way for me, as a man, to flirt. But I won't say that it was bad for me, I've survived this long! I know many men who committed suicide or ended up in jail or prison over a woman.
As I move forward in my life and practice healthy masculinity, I still will continue to look back at the feminine approach I took to dating and expressing desire with a fond appreciation for what it saved me from and what it brought me to.
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