The Poetry Era

Ok, so Mr. Carter got to me. I am now a poet. This year has changed me so much.


I WANT A MAN

I want a man
who understands
my plan
for a better life
without worry or strife

I want a man
who tells me
that beauty
is about more than
the clothes I wear
or what I do with my hair

I want a man
who sees
how easy I am to please
who just wants to make me happy
especially when I feel crappy

I want a man
not a boy
who thinks girls are a toy
to be used and abused
a notch on the bedpost
a contest to see
who can get the most

I want a man
who respects me
and let me be whatever I wanna be
who tells me I can achieve that dream
however hard it might seem

I want a man
not a bro
who thinks life is so
easy and plays immature games
to earn that "bad boy" fame

I want more
more than cheap lust
and sly glances at my bust
I want someone I can trust
to stay true
and make life feel new

I want an Irish man
a Scottish man an English man
a foreign man an exotic man
an artistic man a linguistic man
a band man a music man
a sensitive man a man's man
I want a man

I want so much more
But is that too much to ask for?