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Prototypical Male
by Mark A. Rockeymoore
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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You want me to be The Man? Really?


The Prototypical Male response
to a woman who
wonít stop criticizing,
complaining and declaiming,
engaging in pointless banter,
ruffling calm waters best left
smoothed with rude
and hateful
chatter,

Is a backhand across the mouth.
A stumbling body traveling south:
a deed that canít be undone,
a love song that canít be sung,
fight nightís twelfth-round bell,
rung.

Would you rather I
be The Bitch
and engage you verbally,
tit for tat, this for that,
your curses returned
verse for verse,
your fingers threatening 911,
your screams already
rehearsed?

Or should I
be The Man,
prototypically speaking, and,
beat you down, then
swing you round and round,
pull the phone out the wall and
dare you to call the cops
while the children watch,
yelling and screaming for
mama and daddy to
stop?

I know how you grew up,
all that violence in your household,
your mama died when you were
only four years old,
you and your twin brother
left alone,
moving from dysfunctional house
to unhappy home.
Being raised by older
brothers and sisters,
aunts and cousins,
never knowing the loving
comfort of a motherís arms,
your daddy distant,
leaving you to the cold comfort of
an uncleís unwelcomed charms.

But the cycleís got to stop,
the verbal and physical violence
has to end,
because itís not only your soul
to which you now have
to tend.

The girls, they model you in
everything you do.
Your attitude toward men
is where theirs will begin.
The negativity you unwind is
fertile till for young,
impressionable minds.

You know my life wasnít
like that, I have parents
who are my roadmap:
a father who has raised
two successful daughters
and a son,
a mother whose soul is bright,
like the sun
and who loves you, too,
no matter what you do.

But Iím sorry I canít be your
Prototypical Male,
because Iím trying hard
not to go to Hell.
But every once and again
you bring me to the edge,
make me want to return to
a life of sin,
your talented tongue cutting,
twisting and turning
as the knife goes in
and then comes back out,
gushing blood accompanied by
an anguished shout,
as I despair
of us ever going there,

sharing a life of love
and peace beyond belief.
And still I stay,
listening as you say that
itís all my fault,
Iím the Devil that
makes you do
the things you do,
if Iíd only shut up then
you would too, if Iíd only
do what you told me to,
then the sky would be
blue

and the sun would shine
everyday,
the children would know
only laughter and play
and our lives would be lived
far away from the fray,
from the trials and travails
against which we
pray.

The Prototype is proven
by life,
by generations of
dysfunction,
by violence and loveís
conjunction.

Iím not The One.
And so it seems, that
our love may be irrevocably
undone.

 
 
 

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Reviewed by Tyrone Banks 12/27/2005
I usually turn to writing when the criticisms start to fly...I never get physical because there's no way back after that line is crossed. Keep being a good man who can rise above the chaos and set the example for the children. What the parents do will live on like a curse within the childrens' hearts.

God Bless and stay the course,

Tyrone
Reviewed by Anne Williams 12/24/2005
i stand at the crossroads with this man...the power and emotion behind yor words brought me there. when in the pain of a dysfunctional relationship how do you know which way to go? when you are being beat down, even though you understand the broken background of your attacker, where do you draw the line? your exploration reveals insight...words releasing pent up frustration...still searching for the 'right' direction. blessings and love ~Anne
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 12/22/2005
Shattering write...too many believe like this and live the horror of abuse. You capture it painfully and powerfully--excellent write.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 12/16/2005
What powerful dynamic poetry Mark! Of which you are the master!
All I can say is it really does take two, to make or break, and counseling is necessary for anyone who has the background of the woman in this write. She needs to have that bad tape from the past erased and replaced with a new tape of good thoughts for the future. I hope and pray it can be accomplished.

Love and prayers
Eileen
Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 12/16/2005
This is power packed, Mark! And so very true! Preach on! I posted a poem a while back - Would You Take Me Back - that speaks on the roller coaster ride some relationships have to endure. Excellent write!

God bless,

Sandie.
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 12/16/2005
WOW! Powerful stuff, Mark. If I look at this situation as real beyond the exemplary write you've given here, I'd say love and prayer with counseling and compromise and a genuine study of what it means to take a vow is what it takes to make a healing in a marriage. I know in my marriage, one of the parties shut down and didn't want to listen anymore,not to the other spouse or professionals or God. If that's the case, if one party just wants to out, then there's nothing to be done, but he or she should admit that and not keep putting the other party through hell trying to find fault with him or her for no good reason other than to feel justified about wanting out. This write is jam-packed with gut-punching emotion. The rhythm alone is a rollercoaster ride. You've captured the pain. Good work and release. God bless. ~~Nordette
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 12/16/2005
Very well written Mark!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 12/16/2005
When we take on a "broken wing" we wish to believe that it is not their fault that they are damaged and that we can save them. As time goes on, we often learn that it is them who isn't willing to change and in holding strong to their past, there is no hope that their situation will ever be corrected or that we can help them. They try to suck us in to their dysfunctional ways and try to turn us into the beast that has always been a part of their life. It is not anyone's fault to be a victim but it is their fault if they remain one. It is true that people wish to remain in the situation they know best, not because they love that situation but because they know that they can survive there. Sometimes love just isn't enough and we have to leave in order to live by our own rules. Excellent, excellent writing, Mark.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 12/16/2005
Powerfully sad, and sadly true in some relationships. Having once been there myself, I can truly relate.
Reviewed by Cynth'ya cynthyaspeaks@gmail.com 12/15/2005
a-WhOOP, there it is! Sounds like you're vying to do this on PowerTalkFM.com again, and I certainly hope you do! Send this to them.

However, one thought comes to mind as a read this: consider it a challenge:

Did you ever think of writing this from the flip side, where the man wants to argue all the time and the woman wants to just escape it all after decades in a one-way/his way relationship?

Like I said Bro. Mark, just a thought.
blessin's, this was fired up! Dynamite (sorry, I meant Jimmy Walker's "J.J. Evan's" style: Dyno-M-I-I-I-TE!!

blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed



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