This is a poem I wrote before I gave up completely on men.
If I had a god (which I don't)
And I thought he would answer a prayer
(Which he won't),
I would ask for a mate,
Meaning both lover and friend,
Confidant, critic and all.
What would he be, this dream mate?
Warm and funny, of course,
Clever and kind.
Thinking I'm right when I'm wrong,
But, most of all, strong.
The strong can be gentle and kind
But they don't make demands
They think their own thoughts
They know their own minds.
They can take alternative views
Without losing face -
They give in with grace.
The strong approve of themselves
They don't need another's belief.
They handle their grief
With dignity, courage and calm.
They don't look for balm.
I'll never look up to a man -
That isn't my style,
But looking across would be nice
Once in a while.
Are you listening, god, whatever you are?
You know I won't settle for less,
So do what you can,
Send me a man.
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