Ms.Matchsticks and the man of no return
“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as
you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as
you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are
broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than
perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window
and illuminating a dark room.” — Marc Hack
Ah, the follies of literature Ms. Matchsticks thought while
she read this quote. Clearly, Marc Hack never met brown men. Someone should
take them and introduce them to the average Indian male smothered by their
mother and trained to believe in the flawless slate of a woman's brain.
She was doing all of those thinking while he was telling her
how small of a brain she had for not keeping up with his broken promises. After
all, why wouldn't he? It's the right bestowed by him, from his mother to make
sure the rest of the women in the world would be lucky to have.
Run baby run! Ms. Matchsticks thought to herself while she
rolled her eyes at his blatant incapability to understand most what is already
a child's play. Like, anxiety, depression and mostly, female emancipation.
So, Ms. Matchsticks decided maybe, just maybe she will
pretend her way through his fables of right and wrong to see if he made of the
metal he says he is. That was surely a waste of time. because, everybody knows
that a woman's first blood hardly comes from between her legs, but biting her
tongue since a child seeing the brotherhood of man.
So, why not nurture the so-called insanity described by him.
it is the balance of the world. What's love if he just is not man enough, but a
boy who thinks he is. Packing his bags at the sight of hardship because its a
kind of hardship even he does not know how to spell.
So, ladies! Ms.Matchstick has decided to see through this
fake manhood and reveal the metal he was actually made of. He was made of stale
promises, a troubled view of right and wrong and mostly, an unemphatic man who
thinks he can.
The man of no return and yet Ms. Matchstick swirls her
teaspoon in her coffee cup, smiling through his incapability to be empathetic
and human and exercising his betrothed brotherhood.
As he spits 'Bitch' and screams 'Witch', Ms. Matchstick
whispers to her brain inside, ' I could be both, you know! '
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