Understanding Man

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I don’t understand men

They’re like aliens to me

What do they want

And what do they need

Me to be or to do

For I haven’t got a clue

To what it is I am to be

Let me see,

I can’t even finish my thought 

So I guess I ought 

To stop while I’m ahead

But instead 

I’ll journey on

Singing my song

Of confusion and dismay 

Wondering soon if someday 

I’ll understand a man

And stand hand in hand

With him by my side

One day I’ll decide 

To join with a man

Who must have a plan

Or a mission 

for my submission 

One that I help meet

For I’m made to complete 

Even if I don’t understand 

Hopefully my man

Will embrace my frame,

And love me just the same

Lord knows I can stand

With an understanding man

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