We’re Facing Extinction

She reluctantly steps up to the plate,

The next batter out of sheer necessity,

The world throwing her a curve ball after curve ball,

Without the ability to choose to dodge.

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Her fellow femme fatales out on the bases,

Watching, waiting — forever in survival mode,

Knowing the catcher is on the constant prowl,

Hell-bent on bringing her destruction.

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She dreads the scream of ‘batter out’,

Understanding there’s one more female down,

Destroyed by the lack of protection,

Consistently facing a strike out with every pitch.

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She wears her new-found masculine energy as a mantle upon her shoulders,

Adrenaline keeping her wide awake and cloaking her softness,

She’s on her own, no team players guarding her back,

The hangman her own personal mascot.

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Where once she was worshipped for her nurturing ways,

Submissive to genuine leadership, protected and provided for,

Now, she’s the one to chase, show-up, soldier on in silence,

Exhausted to the point of no return.

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That once warrior masculinity of the days gone by,

That safe space where she could hang her weary head,

Arms that held her when she was at her weakest,

No longer available, in permanent short supply— except within the powers of her own self-love.

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Is it any wonder the human race is heading for extinction?

In a world where boys remain boys and women grow in masculinity,

Not through choice — but through absolute necessity,

And the general consensus is that she is better off alone!

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Single families left to raise the offspring,

Teenagers learning the methodology of the new way,

More female batters ready to face a strike out — with strength and confidence,

Power her new-found ability to save herself, her independence the only security she’ll ever know.