Saturday, September 18, 2010
Marvin X on Polygamy and Polyandry
POLYGAMY
Polygamy is for rich men who can maintain more than one woman. But it is notonly financial but mental and spiritual as well. If you cannot practiceequality--and the Qur’an said you cannot--then don’t even try it. Foreven the rich man dealing with the North American African woman can beoverwhelming. This is because we have in the North American African manand woman two of the most hard headed humans God ever created.
The Negro (aka North American African) was actually created by thedevil, and only through the process of decolonization can he begin toheal and achieve spiritual maturity to have successful relationships. Hemust work on himself until he reaches a certain level of spirituality,then he can have one wife and after time, consider another wife.
But two hard headed Negroes can’t go around the corner. Although, twopeople of spiritual consciousness can go to the sky, especially if theycome together in truth.
If you want more than one woman, consider the cultural reality of a monogamous society,consider the mental trauma of your woman who has never heard of such alifestyle. She only knows of Nigguhs having another woman or baby’smamas. She knows about men lying and sneaking around for years, makingbabies and keeping it secret, sometimes until his funeral when all thewomen and children appear, some naturally demanding inheritance rights.
What about doing things in the name of truth. If you want peace rather thanpure hell in your life, have agreement between you and your first wife.And make sure she and the second wife can get along in harmony. No needto set yourself up for hell. If the women don’t like each other don’tforce them to be together--rather, find her or better yet, let her find aco-wife she can get along with, that she respects and who respects her.
You don’t want two or more women who don’t like each other, for one reasonthey will infect the children with negativity, jealousy and envy. Thiscan do permanent damage for years to everyone involved, especially thechildren.
The Other Woman (from In the Name of Love)
Yes, I’m his other woman.
The invisible woman.
I love him
Just as much as she loves him
Maybe more
Cause I don’t know how much she loves him, anyway.
But I love him too!
She got papers on him
But papers don’t mean a damn thing to me
All I want is justice.
Nobody wants more than justice
And nobody wants less than justice
I want equality too.
I want equal time.
I told him to set up a schedule
And keep it.
I told him to be man enough
To tell his other woman
“Say, look, you are my woman
And she is my woman
I love both of you
It’s time we work together.”
He says he told her
He says he’s trying to break her in
Finessefully
I’m trying to be patient
Cause I ain’t going nowhere
Ain’t nowhere to go.
I’m sticking with my black man, my African man.
I been with this man off and on for 15 years
How long she been with him
What she know bout the man?
She damn sho don’t know much as I know
That’s the only reason I put up with him
Cause I know him so well.
But we should work together
Since we have the same interests and everything
Since we have so much in common
Don’t have me hating my sister
Don’t have my sister hating me
I’m bout progress
I’m willing to share him
Not because I just want to share somebody
But it just ain’t no men
You get with these men and they turn out to be punks.
Now what woman wants a punk?
Punk lookin for the same thing I’m looking for.
You know that’s a shame
So we lucky to have half a man these days
This must be the end of the world!
So like I say, I’m willing to share
We be sharing anyway
Tell the truth sisters
Your man is probably my man too!
Everything he do with you, to you and for you
He does with me, to me and for me
Let’s work together
Let’s help our men to be men
Especially those who want to be men.
That’s all I got to say.
Confession of a Polygamist
Yes, I have two wives
That’s right
Two mother-in-laws too!
Ain’t that a bitch!
And my wives love me
Even in my terribleness
They love me
Even though they hate each other
They love me
I just wish all that energy
They spend hating each other
I wish they would help me fight the devil
Help me make some money
I mean, I try to bring them in harmony
But what can you do with this
North American African woman?
All that ignorance, selfishness, possessiveness
They want you to lie and sneak around the alley
Well, I ain’t lying and I ain’t sneaking
You can call me nigguh, black, African, whatever
But I’m a man and I chart my course
I’m not following nobody’s agenda but mine
If these women want to get in harmony with me, fine
If they don’t, fine
But I’m not sneaking around like a dog
The Christian way is not my way.
To hell with monogamy!
One man one woman
That’s bullshit!
Now you tell me
What man only got one woman?
Does a man have one suit?
So many of our women don’t have no man
Now what if ten women were on an island
With one man
What would they do?
They would share him
Whether they liked it or not
And sister gonna have to do the same thing
Women don’t care if you married these days
They like it better if you are married
That’s what they’re lookin for
A married man!
But my hands are full
Two of these North American African women
Are enough for me
But women are so aggressive these days
They’ll rape you! That’s right
Sometimes I feel like the fireman
I go from house to house
Dashing flames, extinguishing passions and fears
There is no rest for me
Fire is everywhere.
Eternal Woman
I know the pain
Of love and hate
The happy hours
The long debates
Wanting to run
Wanting to stay
The lover’s kiss
And then to miss
The point of me
Rushing pass
To the point of you.
Eternal Man
What did you say?
Eternal Woman
You heard what I said.
Why didn’t you come home last night?
Eternal Man
Don’t be asking me why I didn’t come home. Matter of fact, don’t ask me shit. I’m a free man. I come and go as I please.
Eternal Woman
I’m tired of your shit.
Eternal Man (slaps her to floor)
Shut up bitch!
Confession of a Wife Beater
I beat her because she loved me
I beat her
Gouged my fingers into her eyes
Stomped her on the floor
Because she loved my dirty drawers
I beat her
Put my hands on her throat and squeezed
Until her eyes looked like marbles
I beat her
Because she loved me
Because she gave me a child
That looked just like me
I beat her
Because I stood trembling
Watching the child ooze from her womb
I beat her
Because she wouldn’t give me some pussy
I tore her panties off and took the pussy
I beat her
Then said to her, “Baby, I love you so much.
You’re so precious to me, let me kiss you.”
And she let me
Then I beat her for letting me
Because I was drunk
Too much rum
I beat her
Too much weed
I beat her
Too much coke
I beat her
My you are so precious to me
I beat her
My I love you so much baby
I beat her
Because she was faithful
Because she was patient
I beat her
While my child stood terrified
I beat her
Kicked her
Sat on her
Punched her in the mouth
In my madness
Because she said the wrong word
Because she said nothing
Because she said the right word
Because she said too many words
Because she had a thought
Independent of mine
I beat her
Knocked her too the floor
Because she called the police
I beat her
How could she call the white man on me
As Black as I was
I beat her
Because she called her mama
I beat her
Because she called the operator
I beat her
Because she picked up the telephone
I beat her
Because she left me and I found her hiding in the closet
I beat her because I took her to Mexico and she wasn’t happy
I beat her because I took her to New York
And she didn’t smile
I beat her
Because I was sick
And she told me so.
I beat her.
Eternal Woman
I shot him
Because he loved me
He loved me so much he came home smelling
Like his other bitch’s pussy
I shot him
I didn’t kill him
But I shot him
Because I got the phone bill
And saw he’d called his other bitch
On my birthday
I shot him
Cause I got papers on him
Yeah, I got papers on the motherfucker
To use his filthy language
I shot him
And I ain’t sharing him with nobody
I don’t care what the Muslims say
But a nigguh can have four wives
I don’t care what the Holy Qur’an say
I don’t care bout the African tradition of polygamy
I don’t care how many mo women it is for every man
I shot him
I don’t care if women are turning lesbian and bisexual
Cause they don’t want no man
I want my man. I love my man
But I shot him!
from Selected Poems, Marvin X, 1979, and In The Name of Love, Marvin X, Laney College Theatre production, 1981.POLYANDRY
And what about polyandry or women with more than one man? Can you deal withthat Mr. Big Time? If you truly love her you will deal with it as manymen have throughout time. And you will be happy about it because love isa powerful force, a humbling force.
I’ve been the other man on more than one occasion in my life. One time I wasin love with a prostitute who had a million men. And when she came home Iwas happy as a puppy dog. From the beginning she let me know she was aho, so what part of ho didn’t I understand?
Since I loved her I finally accepted her as she was and stopped trying to actlike she was my woman (see The Maid, The Ho, the Cook, In the CrazyHouse Called America).
My prostitute was beautiful, intelligent and took care of me on time, everyday, which waswhy I loved her most of all, she was on time, she woke me up and put meto sleep, somebody better get a healing up in here.
So one can deal with more than one woman or more than one man, just behonest and truthful, to hell with lying and sneaking around like a dog.Sooner or later all things will be revealed and then someone is hurt. Itis not good to hurt people because it will come back on you--every doghas his/her day.
In one of the current songs, the girl sings, “I’m a murderer. I know I’m hurting him. I mightas well put a gun to his head….” She was sneaking around. So let’s getout the garbage can.
We’ll be quite lucky to deal successfully with one partner. And how can you want two when youhaven’t mastered one? Now there are some people who can’t deal with oneperson at a time, so they think, they must have more than one. Whateverworks for you, go for it. Just make sur everybody’s happy and don’tspread disease. Don’t be a murderer, physically or spiritually.
--Marvin X
from Mythology of Pussy and Dick, toward Healthy Psychosocial Sexuality,Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkeley, 2010, approximately 400 pages,$49.95. Order from the publisher: Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way,Berkeley CA 94702. jmarvinx@yahoo.com. Available for speaking andreading.
Comments
I had female friends involved with polygamist 'husbands'. And they were so miserable, plus involved themselves with lesbian relationships to fulfil their sexual needs. The females were sexually involved with females with other polygamists 'husbands' or females with male mannerisms. So, realize, your 'wives' might be sharing themselves too, lol. Consider, how a body immune system is torn down from everyone spreading their sexual transmitted diseases among you, your 'wives' etc. Think, before letting it all hang out.
Note: Glad my husband never accepted that unhealthy lifestyle even now. So-called male friends sent women to entice him into accepting more 'wives'. He let them know,"I do not want AIDS and no other sexually transmitted diseases." And because,of that many of those so-called male friends avoid him, still this day.