When I turn right, he turns right
When I turn left, he corresponds
I turn to look behind me
And he is lurking in the shadows
I ignore the signs and carry on my way
As I approach a dark alley,
I am stopped.
Someone to help me on my way.
After all, I am but a helpless woman
Who cannot take care of herself
Who needs a man to battle the daily strife
Who cannot go on down this alley
Without the help of a random stranger
Unsure of where to turn
He turns his hand at that which he sees as helpless
His misogynistic outlook has tainted his perception of reality
She can take care of herself
He lends his hand when he can
Blind to the devastation caused by his hand,
She accepts, although little in need.
He has seen her before
Noticed her movements
Taken a mental note of her mannerisms
All to comprehend an understanding so deluded
That not one other person could foresee the downfall.
He made a mistake.
She took him for all he was worth
The worthless piece of human
Finally came to be adapted
To his new life
Incarcerated. Her, free.
About the Creator
MaxwellJBanks
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