DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: To Love a Man, by Robyn Arrington

To love a man
Means making myself smaller,
Fragile,
And impotent.

It’s like a dominating figure cutting off my wings
mid-flight,
Or
like an anchor keeping me stagnant in wavering
waters
Or
A looming dark presence that has me scraping
the ground as i walk

A raging bull locked onto my innocence,
Parts of my mind underfed just to keep him
happy,
Where intimacy always ends in me giving in to
his needs—
To conquer every part of my body as if he owned
it,
And leaving it tarnished, not just with his hands,
but his words.
Whispering a sweet melody that ends up

suffocating me by the time he finishes.
Sex is nothing more than a dirty deed that only
has his signature on it.

He doesn’t seek to possess me, but to dominate,
To drain me of my life essence.

His lips are stained with a dark blue hue of ripe
fruit.
When we kiss, he definitely leaves me more blue.
Looking in his eyes, I see a future of unkept
promises,
roaring unknowns,
a lifelong clock ticking in silence.

So, to love a man is unknown to me.
I seek freedom.

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