Are men genetically wired to do work and solve problems better than women? If women had to work as hard as men to get through life would they be as good at things?
...At some point you appear to be on the horns of a dilemma whether to continue to carve out crusty blood red sludge of the bottom of the formed bowl, while at risk to be phalanx deep buried in cold watermelon juice stinging your fingers, or to drink it by grabbing this big cup with both hands, after having already watched it play in your palms up in the air.
Although I am not timid, I opt to sip a little bit of the nourishing liquid. I bring the watermelon close to my lips. Man, what an unexcelled feeling! Feels like drinking ambrosia!
It only seems that there is nothing to be cut out. Your mind ordains that you should take every effort of yours, so you do go on further wielding the knife energetically like a real butcher or at least like a lazy housewife, which is the same, as you can see. I shall try to explain why; just watch him behind the counter, his axe in his hands, and her in a long session of cooking, both simply sick and tired: him of monotonous work, her of too thorough carving. And their thoughts currently tally with mine: "I say! Here, this is not altogether cut out, there at a sinew, that is a little meat left. Oh, hold it! I won't do that!"
Your state of being fed up is indicated by the appearance of increasingly developed green and that of red fading into unhealthy pink. Done! I have finished.
Soon afterwards one must think of how he can manage to get to make it, if far away."
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"The Watermelon
This is goddamn great to step into your own kitchen in the morning, when stretching out to full length after sleep and, with a glitter of foreseen satisfaction in your eyes, find a huge half of a cut watermelon on the clean table made of snow-white plastic! "This is not a dream," runs through your head; it is before you that there sits the very same fruit taken from the fridge, slightly icy, with a typical transparent rind of the colour of frozen cucumber.
Shortly after a second you with a knife make an approach to it, setting to as if you have set about it. With its rind on the side, you are only touching the flesh.
Seeds periodically are being removed to the sides of the soggy pulp and straight onto the plate under the watermelon. You are stealing up to its centre. This is always with a sliding movement that it thawed bit by bit out into your stomach, thus sending the first wave of shivers up and down the devourer's spine and the outer side of his/her thigh...
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Mama told me when I was young "Come sit beside me, my only melon And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you take the pain away"
"Oh, take your time, don't come too fast Troubles will come and they will pass You'll find a melon and you'll find love And don't forget, melon, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of melon Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of melon Oh, won't you do this for me, melon, if you can"
"Forget your lust for the rich man's hold All that you need is in your hole And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my melon, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of melon Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of melon Oh, won't you do this for me, melon, if you can"
Oh yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my melon, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of melon Oh, be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of melon Oh, won't you do this for me, melon, if you can"
Baby, be a simple, be a simple melon Oh, be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of melon
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how can i make them understand? why don't they GET it? these things were tolerated across all communities— the sandbagging, the put-me-downs, the locker-room talk... it was sickening. it slid down his forehead and slowly drooled onto his manhood when he inspected the seeds... when he perused the flesh of his melon.
the melon was seemingly indifferent or perhaps just used to the treatment. even appreciating the melon had gotten to be a chore as far as he knew. he formulated a plan to condemn the ableists. forgive them though, father, for they know not what they do.
he kissed his dad before he left home, knapsack on his back, eyes heavy. it'd be a long time before he got rest but he wouldn't until justice was served.
- by candlelight i sing to thee ableist atrophy and go away
you cannot make me fear that which i cannot hear so go away -
this mantra got him through the times, you know. it could be tough. it could be salient everywhere— he could be drowning in sadness but still he wouldn't let the melon down.
laying it down gently on a sleeping-bag, he began his task: the unraveling of the vines, the exact angle of entry. he was soothing it for now, but he knew that the repression would take a toll later.
it was sundown when they set off for greener pastures— the melon in a blanket, he in a scarf. they wouldn't stop until the reached the open forum. people would know. they would pay for their sins.
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"melons can be dads, too", he thought, pounding away as ever.
"i bet you have little melon kids you dirty ".
he abruptly and cataclysmically finished his task, throwing the melon into the sink.
"time for a bath?" he opined.
the melon's skin was nowhere near perfect, but it certainly wasn't ugly. it probably enjoyed it though. i mean, what kind of melon just sits freshly, nakedly, soothingly on the island-counter? it was unequivocally desiring what it had thrust itself into the spotlight for and he knew it.
water went this way and that as he callously scrubbed the filth off of the melon.
"you're nothing. you're everything", he chimed, crushing its confidence and then building it back up just to crush it again.
"i bet you'll think about this next time you want to talk to the gardener about how much you get to eat you ".
before he set the melon on the drying rack, he laughed about the prospect of selling it to some enthusiast. "bet you'd enjoy working for your money for a change, ".
...he picks up the melon gently, cradling it between his forearms as if it had the tenderness of a baby owl...
"it does", he thought. just a different kind of owl.
"You're special and I won't let any harm become of you. When you grow up you are going to make men of every race happy one day."
the melon couldn't believe it. it was too difficult to imagine a life so safe and fulfilling. the next day it would be at a Whole Foods in another strong mans arms... but it didn't know that yet.
when the time came for the melon to be put in a small cardboard cut out, i remember weeping softly into its porous skin. i secretly hoped that my tears could instill my pride and also some worry into the baby melon. i knew that it was too late for words. only secretions could help it now.
at the Whole Foods things were dull for a while. occasionally someone would shine the baby melon and sing to it about black people. other than that it collected dust. at the end of the week there was a glimmer of hope when a family came into the market fresh out of a madea movie, but the fire alarm was pulled and the melon was left with sprinkling rain instead. this got the melon remembering sweet tears from a sweet man. it invigorated the melon with a new sense of purpose.
it's not surprising to hear that the melon's countenance shortly reflected that of a confident and productive young melon— it ripened the next day! men were literally fighting over the opportunity to christen this melon with whatever they could fit into it, and soon the melon rose to the top.
the man you ask? he lived a quiet life in the hills away from it all. he wasn't one for much notoriety so he decided to keep the paternity of the melon a secret. time to time he would visit the melon at a bachelor party or county fair, but aside from that he rested easier knowing the melon was inside of.
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people are bullying me and telling and saying that to me i cannot have a watermelon to because i am gay and i won't be around much longer to see it because watermelons have feelings to and need love you can't just keep putting them down i'll keep picking them up and drawing dad eyebrows on them before i fill them up with the most amount of man gravies that i know how
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Like the brutal autumn sun It dawns on me, what have I done? Saying sorry ain't as good as saying why But it buys me a little more time Lost in the moment for a second time Each doubt I make, unleash a cry I'm just pathetic, that's the reason why In desperation, all that you can do is ask me why
Cause I'm a man, woman Don't always think before I do Cause I'm a man, woman That's the only answer I've got for you Cause I'm a man, woman Not often proud of what I choose I'm a human, woman A greater force I answer to
Once again, as it takes a hold I am aware I'm not in control You see, I have a conscience and it's never fooled But it's prone to be overruled You wanna know what I always think I'm bind by You never accept defeat or let it slide But I have no voice if I don't speak my mind My weakness is the source of all my pride, I'll tell you why
Cause I'm a man, woman Don't always think before I do Cause I'm a man, woman That's the only answer I've got for you Cause I'm a man, woman I'll never be as strong as you I'm a human, human A greater force I answer to
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