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From: hilliard@wivax.UUCP (Lisa Hilliard)
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Subject: Emotions
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Date: Tue, 16-Oct-84 21:17:46 EDT
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Posted: Tue Oct 16 21:17:46 1984
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Not meant to be offensive, just meant to get some stuff
off my chest.  Comments appreciated.
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They reared up uncalled for, from an inside torment
and anger I tried to ignore.
Cursed by the need to placate and appease.
Unable to express the unjustness and violence I feel.

I want to yell.  I want to argue with you and tell you
that you are an arrogant male.  
You think you know so much and can walk all over everyone.
I want to tell you that you are rude and full of hot air
and when you speak you do so to build your own ego.
 
But I stifle it all.  Needing to bring peace.  
To try fairness.  To believe the best.

But you chipped away, piece by piece by piece. . . 
Walk all over, and over.  So insensitive to any needs but your own.

Ignorant male.  Don't you see their are others besides yourself?
Is your insecurity so great that you cannot look past your own needs?

Reared in a society that tells us how to be, 
you remain insensitive and insecure, adding to my
growing understanding of men.
I remain silent, trying to be sensitive, trying to 
accept the brunt of your callousness.  Until
it all bursts forth in emotion and anger and tears,
adding to your growing understanding that women are
ruled by emotions only and no logical arguments live within.

They came up and out quickly before I could stop them.
They caught you and I both off guard.
And then I could not say more, could not tell you why
they were there in the first place, could not try
to make you a better person by sitting and talking it out.

And now I don't care.  If I shut you out, then I don't have
to care.  And it doesn't have to hurt.  Just a little
. . . insensitivity . . . 
is all I need to deal with you.

		Lisa A. Hilliard
		16 October 1984