There was a best-selling book, Women Are from Venus, Men Are from Mars. Your poem illustrates that perfectly. It is amazing how many times I have offered a friendly greeting to a woman only to get a retort like that. Perhaps we have to improve our body language. Stop staring at the wrong part of a woman's body when we talk to them ;-).
This little poem is funny but sad. My kids and grand kids go for months without talking to us. It drives us crazy. We think, is it something we done? Why don't they write or just pick up the phone. We call them and they don't return the calls. Then along comes a birthday and they come out of hibernation. All at once, all of our misunderstandings and doubts just fade away. That is, until the next period of silence... Well done, my friend.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Ron
the things someone else assumes
spreads like a virus