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A POEM TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND WHY MEN ALWAYS WIN AT LIFE EVEN WHEN THEY DECEIT

Illustration by  Denise Nestor

Illustration by Denise Nestor

 

Last night I realized what is the problem – there is no problem:
Men always win at life
That is what I found out
Or was forced to admit
You have to look at their hands
Not at their mind
Cause it’s not very sharp
Look at the lines on their face
Look at the way posture strikes sometimes
as they walk into a room
Like cats
they always fall on their feet
They keep up with that charm
even when they rob a bank;
especially if they rob a bank
they have something called charisma
Which is fluent
even when they deceit.
In fact, they always deceit
because they know they will be forgiven.
They always smile
because they know the world is made of trainstations
and it’s easy to jump into another story
once this one is done.
Men always come clean
and with age, they come across
more and more train stations
let’s call them opportunities
because life had a strange way to present men and women with growing in reverse;
and we were taught to leave in order to gain presence;
we were taught we are disposable
and equipped with liquids, minerals and gold to preserve our fading beauty
because our charm is our only fluence
and it’s a language with an expiration date;
men always win at life
it’s always been like this;
Unlike women, for whom deceit is a stain
presence is an ephemerous stage
and balance
Balance is the runway where we jog hopeful to misguide age.
But men always win at life
Because they have to make us laugh
make us fall
head over high heels
and they do
even when they deceit.

“Men always win at life”, Ioana Cristina Casapu