Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/5/84; site wivax.UUCP Path: utzoo!linus!decvax!wivax!hilliard From: hilliard@wivax.UUCP (Lisa Hilliard) Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: Emotions Message-ID: <20122@wivax.UUCP> Date: Tue, 16-Oct-84 21:17:46 EDT Article-I.D.: wivax.20122 Posted: Tue Oct 16 21:17:46 1984 Date-Received: Thu, 18-Oct-84 07:01:02 EDT Distribution: net Organization: Wang Institute, Tyngsboro, Ma. 01879 Lines: 50 *** Not meant to be offensive, just meant to get some stuff off my chest. Comments appreciated. _______________________________________________ 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