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The Birthright

An apology to men. But especially to my dear friend, Levi. I drafted this idea after a conversation we had some time ago…about how women today seem to be permanently poised on a pedestal. Men built that pedestal for women out of love and out of support for equality…but women (some, not all) have now assumed that *high-and-mighty* role and have forgotten how to love and respect our counterparts. Women hold such high expectations for men. No, chivalry isn’t dead…but a woman will castrate a man if he forgets that. Yet when a man wishes to have his gestures and words reciprocated, he is called a selfish, needy bastard. Ladies…love your men. Drop the double standard. You cannot hold impossible expectations for him while failing to reciprocate. It takes two, not one, and I will always side with him if you treat him otherwise and he chooses to walk. He has every right to be a prince if you dare to call yourself a princess. To men…friends and strangers alike…I apologize for my sex leaving you in the dust and using you as a scapegoat for its problems. You are beautiful and worthy and deserving of unadulterated, no-strings-attached love just as much as she is. We love you, we do. We just forgot that respect begets love begets respect. #lovepoetryformen #fuckhallmark #loveyourfellowman #loveistheanswer #love #respect
(Text of poem beneath image for ease of reading.)

In Defense of the Moon

The poor thing either gets slaughtered in sloppy, overly-glorified, personification-heaped love poetry, or gets made fun of…misunderstood by those who don’t appreciate its quietly haunting beauty, nor its purpose and value to us. To the improperly sung hero of the night sky…I salute you. And I am sorry for all our wrongdoing and disrespect. We’ve tarnished your good name.

To the Male Sex: A Letter of Apology

To all the men out there, I apologize.

On behalf of my sex, I will admit we are not perfect. I, personally, have made so many terrible errors in the dating scene. I’ve hurt many people, just as they have hurt me. But that doesn’t mean my actions were justified. I realized recently that I haven’t been able to forget or “let go” of some past relationships because I’ve been so fixated on the fact that they hurt me. It dawned on me this morning: I hurt them, too, because that’s just how relationships are. (Duh, but you’d be surprised how long it took me to reach this obvious conclusion.)

And I finally brought myself to finally say the words, “I’m sorry.”

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