The war of the sexes is particularly unfair because, generally speaking, only one side is fighting at a time. The issues that incense men often seem irrelevant to women and vice versa. I've avoided a lot of poems on the subject, but who knows? Maybe it's better than an essay to lay out my thesis - that although we come at it from different sides, in the end what we all desire at our best is integrity, honesty, and fulfillment.
e digress From friendship into silence The ceasefire whose very existence we ignored Broken by ominous sounds in the distance
I thought you saw me as one of the human race Not an enemy combatant Or worse, perhaps as a tame member of my sex Smart enough to see that what you know is true
I was no spy in your camp But I cannot pretend -- I knew from the start that this point was where we'd clash The mistake you made is to imagine That I am a warrior for my sex and not The same as I thought you One who fights not the circumstances But the hatred at its heart
Fear is my enemy, not men If I want to break women from their chains Believe this -- That I see the shackles that bind you to history as well You and the unfortunate of your sex
You ask me What gives me the right to impose my beliefs? But I say What I offer is an escape from fear What the emancipated do beyond the wire is up to them
But to show a way through slavery to hope Is that not your aim as well?
We come at the objective from different angles Let's attack it together Emancipate humanity Because I cannot be a party to the demonizing of your sex or mine
You should have had more care Speaking to one of the last friendly envoys As if she were a Quisling or a tamed pet
Young Maggie Stuart begins to have strange dreams, then develops what seem to be superhuman perception. Suddenly, she is thrown into the middle of an age-old battle between ancient foes. Will she stay a pawn, or can she become a force to be reckoned with herself? And just how does her teacher Mr. Hunt fit into the picture: as an ally, or her worst enemy of all?
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