Brayden Crosswhite Talks About Shit
The turbulent and sometimes treacherous path to enlightenment
Just a reminder:
When Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alayhi wasallam) was travelling on the road with his cousin, Al-Fadl ibn Abbas, a woman stopped him to ask him a question. The woman was very beautiful, and Al-Fadl couldn’t help but stare at her.
Seeing this, Prophet Muhammad reached out his hand and turned his cousin’s face away.
He didn’t tell the woman to cover her face.
He didn’t tell her to change her clothing.
He didn’t tell her that her appearance was too tempting or indecent.
He averted his cousin’s impolite stare.
It STILL baffles me that some men think this way.
The hadith the OP is referring to is here
“[Prophet], tell believing men to lower their glances and guard their private parts: that is purer for them. God is well aware of everything they do.” -Qur’an 24:30
You look beyond the cold glass of the window
Outside a blanket of black clothes the sky.
Two street lamps hang overhead
to keep you from sleeping.
The leaves sway loudly, like
ill lit tambourines. Shifting.
Your tea is cold.
She gazed, from behind an opened screen.
The inviting chariot of
sun now rests for tomorrow’s journey.
The heavy brow invites sleep.
Two lights to remind her of
sun, which waits till she awakens.
So cold and empty, without the sun.
I watch from the streets,
the veins of the city, atop a car.
Two incandescent stars hover thinly above the street
disrupting the empty.
Free from the shackles of the sun, I walk with greater strides.
Trees shake and whisper their secrets.
It starts in the end
of summer.
She whispers in their ears,
Passes notes under hushed tones.
She bites her lip
Her legs scrawny and bare,
It thickens
in fall.
She dances
Only one song
Her feet move deftly
Connected to two round legs
Snow comes rolling down the hills
in winter so
we huddle indoors.
The fire warms’ her skin and
he touches her thigh.
Legs so full
of life.
Spring comes quickly,
The dance of autumn ends.
Hollow legs
rooted firmly
on the ground now run.
It ends at the start
of summer once more,
Roaring in my ear,
the wind.
Yet, the outside air is still
warm.
Men’s Issues
- Societal expectations of masculinity
- Societal expectations to provide for women
- No long term reversible male birth control
- Men who are raped are more likely to remain silent and be dismissed or outright laughed at
- Unfair treatment in child custody battles
- Alimony
- No support for male victims of domestic abuse
Not men’s issues
- The friend zone
- Women not dating you
- “Fucking femnazis”
I put this on facebook so I thought I should probably reblog it too.
(via neurocyte)
The quite night,
laptop hums,
I’ve got to get out, I’ve got to get out
midnight lectures on sexuality,
you don’t care
you don’t know
I’ve got to get out, I’ve got to get out
something is wrong
tell me
no
I’ve got to get out, I’ve got to get out
Self aware she says.
The perfect word I think.
Strong, purposeful.
To think of oneself in such terms
is mere flattery.
No one can see.
Brayden the poet,
back at last,
fuck shit bugger
emotions
Those long nights,
Those long nights of waiting,
Nothing can satisfy,
yet sleep holds no solace,
and so I embrace the dark and cry.
