[Askew Evolution] a poem

How funny it is,
how easily us men can come to
accept our imperfections;
a woman,
she'll fight those imperfections,
if not for her own volition to overcome
it in self-improvement, to grapple
with the competing next woman-


-the how funny, too, it is,
that beauty attracts to preserve the species,
denoting the man's instinct to be noticed,
the woman's need only to be detected


-too, do we humans evolve,
not towards the growing obligation
for man to court, rather towards the
woman's essential need to persuade
the court,
if indeed, in today's effete reality,
man has lost his instinct to compete,
that necessity to court,
lies await, in contra,
until the woman persuades his
rise-



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]