Be Are

You like to think that they go with you, but they don't. They are why-nots, polishing their nails all the time, and looking the other way, that's what they are. Don't you know what they are. Tell-tale eyes and hip sway too easy, too telling. They are made of that, and they won't change. You like to think that they will, but they won't.

You expect them to act different to you, because you know that you are different. Bullshit. They are the same to everybody. They just put on airs and smarties, to win your soft spots. And when they do, they are at it. Some stroke, and some strike. There is no escaping that, 'cause they are what you are not, disastrous.

Everybody falls for this, 'cause everybody feels single. To know that you are different from the rest, is one thing, and to see exactly in what way, is quite another. The sooner seen, the less suffered. We are soft, for all our hardiness. They are very, very hard. They turn soft for game and pleasure, but hard stuff is what they are made of. You like to think that they care. But they don't.

What's so peculiar about women, is that they can see what you are, and act so. Being intelligent, being smart, being all things, you can see that, too, but you don't act so. The major difference between men and women lies in the fact that men be, and women are. Have this one thing in mind,
be,
not are.


2013.