The Dominant Male
Poem By teri bronte
Oh this man of order's and dismay; with the strenght and no
wisdom of what he has.. is beyond me.
He struts his stuff and beats his chest, He barks and howls at
the night; but his bark is all; for he has no bite.
He looks for the weaker female, for if she talks back to him then
he call's her name's and then run's and hides; not really from her,
because he's weak, but because to fight or argue with her is to
find she may be right.
No Dominant can or will deal with that.. it is he that leads with the
last word from him and it is she that follow's or is left behind.. and
in whatever she does she will find who she is.. and will know who he
is.. he is her Dominant One or she will be alone.