I always thought I needed someone to get through life
I always thought I needed a man
I never, for one second, believed I could do on my own
Being alone, well for that, I had no plan.
Time was given to me
To prove that I only needed myself
I only needed my existence, my support and my belief
In my own self.
I used to write love poems
About how a woman needed the love of the man
How she is heartbroken by his “masculine” behavior
Of that kind of poetry, I was a fan.
But I grew up
I understood that life doesn’t revolve around the one who
Wouldn’t take the blame for eating the fucking apple
It doesn’t revolve around Adam and his descendant
Women could live happily independent.
Life wouldn’t end or stop
Because the absence of what he calls himself a ‘man’
It would simply go on
They are not, were not, won’t be the center of life.