The man written by a woman
feels too good to be true.
Reassurance runs through his veins
as quickly as his mother’s blood.
With his wit
comes humor that never fails
to make you laugh.
The man written by a woman
makes you nervous
because what good
could a woman jotted down with inconsistent ink
on a discarded piece
of notebook paper
do for a man
written in calligraphy
with a feathered pen.
Turning the page seems easy with him.
Every chapter
better than the last.
You hope
this is the never ending storybook.
The novel where no one cries at the end.
You’ve never appreciated literature more
than the words
of the man written by a woman.
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keep up the good writing
I really like this! The first thing that came to my mind was what Virginia Woolf wrote in "A Room of One's Own": "Women do not write books about men". And I love how you take the feminist road and describe exactly this and what good comes from it. Also, everything else aside, the metaphor is just impressive.
This is such a sweet comment and I hate that I didn’t see it until now. Thank you so much, it means a lot to hear someone speak about my writing like this
Love Love Love this one! Keep up the women's cause! I love the way you expressed this! 👏💖👍
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