women, men who put us on pedestals, and other disorders...

go ahead, put us
on pedestals!
admit, oh ye mighty, competitve men
when you feel inferior.
It is not because
you were created as such
but because corporate culture
deprived you of magic,
while it did this less to women:
we are allowed access
to our feelings, to the internal
world, where magic abounds.

whereas men
forced to be
externally referenced,
to only look outward,
and fear inward focus

trance is a state
of deep inner focus
what we feel
when we are
our most creative
or abosorbed
in the divine.
even, especially, love making
yes i believe
men do find a certain
awe in our access
to depths that they miss
and crave and so
they see us as something
like goddesses,

this is what
you could call
a polarity reaction:
a swing from one pole
that has diminished us
to the other
that exults in our ways.

perhaps we need this
to repair the damage
that has been done to us,
and in so doing, that men
have inflicted on themselves.

everyone secretly loves his mom.
it is women who grow life.
it is a sacred mystery
and we sacrifice our very bodys
to be creators.
what could be more sacred
than being being vessels and caretakers?
for this, if nothing else,
i feel
we deserve
to be handled with reverence.

and i think
men feel our sacred bond
to the divine
and they are terrified of it.
they both want to crawl
back into the womb
and at the same time,
want to get the hell out.
they are terrified
of our darkness,
of our "cunts",
they make us feel dirty
avoiding oral sex,
complaining that we
smell fishy down there
or any number of ways
to try to normalize through derision,
our deep dark earthy depths.
obviously some men do
worship that in women.
not many men dare.
most men hate
women deep down.
this is a fact.
even the nice ones,
they feel intimidated
or inferior.

i got to a point
with dating,
after my divorce,
where one man too many
told me he felt
inadequate and hence
didn't want to be with me.
finally
i said to this one guy,
well, look, maybe that's cuz you ARE.
so why not admit it
and we'll get along fine.

of course, the reality
is that his training
in the world has
deprived him of any
understanding of what
to do with feelings,
things that we women
have our freakin phd's in.

men are horribly
deprived of the simplest
human understandings
in the big push to become
as products themselves.
as if they were wares
to be bought and sold.

a man who has no money
is labeled worthless.
does it matter that he
may still have his soul
or be able to feel
and respond to suffering?

this is completely
not taken seriously.
but you know,
we are rich who can still feel.
and especially who still have
time to create.

so we loose the world's
respect and gain
our souls.
not a bad trade
if you ask me.

the irony is that
when we do gain our souls,
we simultaneously do seem
to get respect.
has something to do with aging,
i think.
people feel so flat
in mid life and they look
around and see people
who havent aged in spite of our years.
a freakin anomoly.
what is the secret?
responding to internal prompts
which didn't get thrown out
in order to make it
in the world.

me, i had no choice.
it's in my hard wiring.
yet in india, people with
bi-polar conditions
are considered to be
touched by the Gods:
we have access to deeper
and higher levels
than are defined
by my own
materialistic culture.

we only go mad
with anger at being
marginalized.
we are the artists and the lovers.
without us, the world would implode.