victor@wolf.UUCP (Victor Romano) (10/18/86)
This line intentionally left blank. I remember once expressing to another women an urge to be able to express myself with music. I never had the opportunity to write anything with words or on any other instrument than the piano. Anyway, at that moment, there was something I was just aching to be able to express. She asked me what, but it was very difficult to give a clear answer. My response was that I would somehow write about feminism. She asked what I had to say about it, but I couldn't really describe it. I think it would have been best to see the actual work. Since I have no access to instruments, I wrote a poem, instead. If I had had the chance to write it back then, it probably would have come out much different. It still would have focused more on the feminist issues, which I was dealing with at the moment, but would not have focused on the relationship in quite the same sense. It's hard to tell whether the talk about the breakup detracts from its purpose, or whether it just makes the argument stronger. It may make it easier for others to understand (since EVERYBODY deals with breakups, right?). The version posted is actually two stanzas short of the original. I thought those stanzas detracted from the meaning. I am still interested in putting, or having this put, to music. If anyone else is interested, just let me know. If you are local, I would like to help out. If no one asks, I guess I am just on my own. In particular, if any member of the Pink Floyd wants to use it, they have my permission. Also, if anyone comes up with a good suggestion for a title, I would appreciate it. The one I came up with won out over others that were at least as lousy. I also posted this to net.women, because I think it has alot to do with that newsgroup. I do not wish to imply that all feminists are of the nature described here. Victor Romano -------------------------------------------- Look at me now. What do you see? This rage and this fury is burning in me. I'll tell you the reason of why so I feel Perhaps you won't listen. You'll dig in your heals Without a care and your head in the air and with all of your might you'll speak of "your rights" When we first met, each other admired - deepest respect, but high expectations They were attempted, but soon I retired I could not live up to your indoctrination You told me of past men who you hate - your disrespect for them put fear into me My suspicions were there, though I acted too late I was correct, and that really threw me So I accepted your dogma. I knew where it came those men are all evil but I'm not the same Men are all rapists, men are all creeps they leave all the women who want them for keeps So I did all I can but still I'm traditional not like those men although I'm not liberal As I stood high upon your pedestal why did I try? I was a fool. And you treated my friend with little respect I should have figured that I would come next. This I remember, out camping we were she burned her finger, I tried to help her But her response is one I disdain She showed her emotions I find are insane She said I was sexist and all of this hype for man helping woman is stereotype In all my humility you will not confess of all this hostility which you possess The ending began when you wanted to play I asked "what about me?" You asked me to stay Can I play too? No that is wrong What is the reason? You argued this strong 'Cause you are part lesbian, and truly a feminist so you explain, you need to be altruist (and you were so bent on calling this "different") But then you gave in for I you'd have lost So while it "can't" happen it's not worth the cost So you made false promises then broke your word "only men do this" to say is absurd And you left me for another man He'll take you for granted, like others once again When I discovered you gave in to his thirst Still you are covered. "Just want to be 'his first'" So you say it is altruism, and say that I'm selfish and yet I take criticism for being "too generous" He tormented me while to you he was savior When we didn't agree he excused your behavior As he continued to hit me below the belt your kindness to him showed for me how you felt He was not kind. Just in the way while he pined and he pined, from the very first day You don't know what it's like for someone to dig but you fell for his game, and I think that is sick Yet you criticize those other men but don't realize you're just like them (but still you're so bent on calling this different) When it is clear that it's day, you say that it's night so you can push me away and can pick a fight And when we made love, I did all I can as you put me up upon a witness stand You gave me about all I could take I don't understand this need to castrate You called me "too possessive" as I raved and I ranted. but I always did forgive, so you took me for granted. You say you'd no wrong, but you are not seeing You proved all along: to you, I've no meaning Thought'ya had me pinpointed, but that's not my stance You took me for granted - didn't give me half a chance You lacked in trust with your stubborn opinion You treated me like dust and kept me boxed in You always treated me like a "second best" and now you just treat me like I'm only a pest. Despite all of this, without any reason I still treated you like a good person I am still mad to see what I get I'm the best you ever had - And ever will, I'll bet. Now I don't have to put up with your being a prude nor with your screwed-up and bad attitudes So you wish to count me as a bad experience I quite agree and further, good riddence It is quite sad to see you out free infiltrating your doctrine upon others besides me All's said and done. I know where I stand. You took your revenge upon the wrong man. Now let me be. Leave me to roast. I did not love you - I loved a ghost.
thoma@reed.UUCP (Ann Muir Thomas) (10/27/86)
more hate than valuable insights, methinks.