I read a poem by Stella Rhodes today;
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AmoPjmW586.DkK8IDgmqIs6n5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20120224233649AAnaYUY

As a feminist, I will ignore the fact that this is not a poem and just say that this is an admirable expression of the pain of disenfranchisement that women experience at the hand of male dominance and brutality.

It speaks to insecurity when that often underlies women posting, their need for constant reinforcement (males can often critique each other and respond "F you" to the critic, all the while learning what they can from them, whereas most women, weakened by male manipulative criticism, have to develop trusted sources, that too often will never tell them the truth so they can grow.) This piece talks about the underlying root of many women's trust issues and

It spreads to women needing to be the peacemakers instead of learning how to say "No."

Lastly it leads to a type of woman, the crusader, who stifles free speech in Yahoo in the name of PC anti-bullying.

As a typical male, I read this and make it about MY situation. But what I want to see is the poem where a woman reacts like a man to these overtures, "Why would I want to do that? I said no already.  Are you threatening me? I'll blow your fugging head off if you threaten me again (and mean it!)"

That is the poem I'd like to see. I don't want to blame the victim, but no one else can rescue her, but herself.

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For my Russian-speaking audience:

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Frozen in the Moment by Happy Hiram Our fly is stuck in amber stinking of dinosaur sweat running from greedy spiders, seeking out foetid flesh. Stars converge/diverge, hairy armpits replace antediluvian quill follicles while he, still dreams of fossilized walking birds, now turned into plastic bags and motor oil. The jungle has now become a thrice filtered product, sanitized for your protection by scavengers and squirrels.