No alpha, nor feminist

masculinity,
what does that
mean to me?
embarrassment.
being a male actually
makes me afraid
and doubtful.
portrayal of “alpha male”
tendencies, coupled with
the fear that males
are inherently dangerous
to a woman’s safety
makes me reluctant
to consort with women.
why?
i’ve heard stories,
from female classmates,
who have been harassed
by perverse males
while traveling by bus.
apparently they are
unaware of unwarranted
discomfort.
i’ve never considered anyone below me,
in fact, quite the opposite.
but with this new found insight,
i’ve taken a further step back
when dealing with women,
knowing that any good
intentioned act i attempt,
could be misconstrued
as a negative.
thus, i must guard myself
from misconception
because those before me
perpetuate an ideal
that holds no value.

The power of a flower

this is a concept i’ve been working on, what is a flower, or what does it mean to be a flower?  i would like to elaborate but this question’s answer is self directed. the colours are not final, at least for the blue tulip. i intend to give such flower a more aquamarine colour scheme.

Flower Power rough concepts

no room for a sensible man

first off,
that sounds like shit.
there’s too many dicks around
for that to ring true.
there’s nothing sensible
about something so obtuse.
not an alpha,
nor feminine,
the seesaw of difference
balances those who cannot.
walking on an angle,
the sensible man
heads further
and further
away.