They’ve come crawling
Begging me to make them forget
Pleading with me to help them escape
And the money maker in me
Pretends to want to meet their needs.
I hadn’t noticed how easily
It would have been to learn to hate
But they’ve taught me well
Moved me from making judgements
To spewing displeasing poisons.
I must say thanks to them for
If it wasn’t for them
I’d be jobless
But they are as broken as Humpty Dumpty
And I don’t want to be the one to
Put them back together again.
Why must I fix them up
Just to send them on their merry way
To a woman whom they couldn’t
Talk to in the first place?
They reek of dishonesty
And their ability to objectify me
Is the biggest repellent of all times,
Mothers attempt to raise men
But end up raising overgrown boys
Who’ve ended up marrying women.
These women still try their best
To change their boys into men
Who come to see me in the night
Whilst they try to conjure
The perfect excuse…
“Went to a bar with the lads…”
“Had a boys’ night out…”
Truth be told,
They were with me.
On their own.
Liquor caressing their mind.
My body possessing their prime.
Their wallets as kind as ever.
I’m only doing my job.
The physical men you are with
Are unable to attend to me
And see me as the woman I am.
Quick to say
“But you’re only a stripper”
But I beg to differ.
I’m a fitness instructor
Instructing your blood to rush downstairs
Instructing your mind to remain silent
Instructing your hands to attend to your needs
I’m only here to instruct
Yet he wants to rush us to the VIP room
In hopes that he and I can get down to nothing
That I may become one with him
But the collar on his finger
Stands out to me
To remind me that this person before me is a dog!
I’ve searched his soul
To see if you were alive inside
Instead, he’s shut the world off.
You’re no longer apart of his existence.
So I want you to raise your sons to be
Better men than their fathers could have ever been.
Tell them the truth about society.
Don’t tell them to ‘man up’
When they still have the mind set of a boy.
Teach them to cry when they’ve been broken
Console them when they’ve told you about their pain
Help them to see that they are allowed to feel weak
They just aren’t allowed to suffer alone.
This world wants us to raise men
Yet tells them they must have no heart.
Teach them about love.
Let them know that they are better
Than the women who will attempt to
Break their hearts.
Teach them about chivalry
Because chivalry is only dead
When a parent refuses to teach their son
About the true art in romance
Get them to trust you enough to
Believe that just because they are romantic
It doesn’t mean they are soft.
It simply means they too are humans
And are capable of showing their hearts.
Their feathers can be beautiful
But if they are never taught to show it
They’ll forever drag its weight around.
I know its not every male who attends a strip club
Is a broken and lost soul
But they do exist.
They do require attention.
This is why you need to
Raise your sons well.
Teach them to be a proud peacock.
Start them from young
Get them to raise their feathers with pride
Let them be the handsome, respecting men
That you’ve always wanted them to be.
© Careen Lawrence 2016