"Men of Chocolate"

Men of chocolate in this world make young women wait like endangered goldfish
stuck in a bowl and unfed.
Wait for them to grow a pair of thick pants in the harshest reality of winter.
Wait like time grows backward and gray lines are the new brown and black.
Wait for hearts to be impaired, bodies to be injured.
Wait for her eyes to no longer secrete salt, a chemical imbalance now composes black
ash to her fire.
Wait for insecurity to wash the cells of her brain.
Wait for the color Blame to be the sole cause of her Existence.
Wait for her undeniable beauty to fall off the radars of this earth.
Wait for her walls of resistance to crumble.
Wait until her firearms are small, to finally charge with thoughtless
swords. 

Chocolate, you wait until my pieces are bitter and half melted
Until I'm no longer a ravishing delicacy to you.
Pity. 
Men of chocolate you see your worth with the wrong pair of eyes.
Money first, family second.
You place your aggressive back towards me, leaving me with
a seductive view of the imagined place I want to be in.
You've got it wrong: my back is suppose to face you, then your arms hold to secure. 
Be my blockade. 
But the view is of a face I cannot kiss, intimacy is barred.
You call me drama, opinions you make facts.
You call me loud, voices you mute and not hear. 
Male creatures of water, of land are made the bright, attractive ones,
so women could mate with them.
Are you living by science? 
Flaw.
Women are the attractive ones too, so mate with us. 
-Arnelle W.