On Male Self Defense vs Abusive Women

As dudes we are classically trained to be protectors and bread winners. To be the iron rock that foundains the family unit and to protect that unit at any cost; with our lives if neccessary. In this sense men are born to be expendable.Soldiers for the family unit. Above all else we are taught never to strike a woman But what happens when women are abusive towards men?

How do men defend themselves from an oppponent equipped with the law, society, and crazy ass brothers (thats me ya’ll! 😉 ) at their compassionate disposal? When physicality lands you behind bars. When verbality is labeled abuse. When non-confrontation is belittled as passive aggressiveness…It seems maybe all men have left is the witten word as protest. But would their protest be taken seriously?

Especially in a culture such as America’s that targets and bullies men deemed as weak for not submitting to sexist traditions such as treating women as sexual conquests, striking women who entrench their personal space in an aggressive manner, wishing to CNTRL a woman’s life through whatever means, or by being molesteed or abused by women who are seen as the weaker sex?

How do these men realistically defend themselves while retaining their masculinity? Even more tragic, what do you do if you find yourself in this dilema and your skin color is black? Meaning soceity already has a pre-existing fear against you making your case double negative in comparison to the average American male. Who, in the eyes of America, is the traditional American male?

Who/where do men turn to when their pleas are drowned by the ridicule of peers? One pal suggested the law. Has it come to this? An era where male and female wage war with each other in effect finiancing the pockets of the racisit judicial system? Even I, the humble King of Assholes searches for another way.

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WTF you want me to say

To another black dude dead today
Got nothin

It’s not apathy I just already know

My solution to our problem
And it’s not some easy shit to say
So I never say it

Walking in circles within my mind tryna come up with another way but always comin back to the same place

So I never say it

Cuz wtf am i supposed to say to a parent

When its kid passed away

Burned up within a blaze i ignited

i’m not afraid of dying i’m just afraid of killing you

Over some shit I cant even say but if it ever came down to it

And life just happens to flow that way

You already know

i’m honor bound to collect back taxes 

 

The Kids R Alright?

Sometimes a kid can be an 18 year royalty check

Mother’s cashing checks and

Taking all the excess leaving the kids with crumbs

A child with no support

But the kids are alright.

 

Sometimes a kid can be used as a weapon

Pint sized pawns used as spies

Extracting information from all

Twisting truth with the fiction of Mother’s ambition

But the kids are alright

 

Sometimes a kid can be an executioner

Wielding weapons given to by the mother

To inflict pain upon his brothers

Giving birth to a darkness in his heart

But the kids are alright

 

Sometimes a kid can be held for ransom

In the privacy of her own home

A mother refuses to let a son visit his father

Hatred for the father disguised as discipline for the son

The isolation only breeds contempt

But the kids are alright

 

How much abuse can the kids take

Before the kids are not alright

Their psyches cracking like eggshells

Under the gaze of parental supervision

As the adults stood by and watched

 

Dragon Slayer (v2)

I knew a dragon once
In his prime I was told,
He was as wicked as they come
Devouring little girls whole
But I met this dragon in his decline

He no longer scorched the sky
He couldn’t even fly
At his best he could only puff smoke

As he cried in pain
This dragon had a disease
It was eating him from inside
And mentally he was made docile
Haunted by the victims of his past

Though old and decrepit
We fought side by side
Lived in the same castle
Ate the same meals
And every so often we’d sit atop the castle

With the other animals
Traded stories, and watched the world turn
So you see, it pained me dearly when I had to put a knife in his gut

There was no deception, no coyote tricks
Just an honest confrontation
And the coldness that comes after stealing a life
When I was a child
I was told that gallant men slayed monsters

But that night I felt like no hero
I was just a lost boy with tons of questions
Did I do the right thing
Does a soul once wicked deserve to be judged infinitely for its past
if it has chosen the path of redemption and remorse

So many questions, I had no answers to
And the only thing that survived in this tragic tale
Was the burning disdain for the damsel
that made me kill the dragon