Church taught me that, we the women, are a man’s blessing. I wondered, am I any less of a blessing with out a man? Or is a man a man because of a woman. The double standard between men and women makes us bitches and hoes. A real woman keeps her mouth and legs shut, she knows her place as the bringer of life. I wouldn’t mind the idea, if we were treated like these nurturers of life they explain. But as history tells it we have been trophies, cattle, and breeders. We become fertilizers for your unwanted seeds until war rages across countries, then we evolve to trade, bait, or reward. Eve was our downfall so we force our little girls to marry grown men only to share them with another. Despite your arrogant ideals I had my hoe phase and while you judge my sexual conquests, I ll count all the women around me that were raped and beaten. Black lives matter is way to easy when their are girls preparing to be your vessels of destruction. Call us out our name when we were raised to distract you with our bodies, but why waste time with seduction? Your going to take it anyways. Finding sanctuary in our similarities, we cum together because your hands become ruff. Don’t look down on us because she finally brought me to release. I didn’t even know i could do it by myself. I m nothing with out a man or so I ve been told. ” You talk to much, just sit there and look pretty” he would say. ” Why the fuck you so happy without me?” he chimed. My books got thrown in the toilet because I didn’t pay enough attention and he told me I couldnt eat because I wasn’t in the mood to have sex that day. I get it though, mommy left you and daddy was mean. Along the way somebody told you, having feelings made you a sissy and you have to be the sole provider for an entire household. Your incredibly strong but even for you, that weight must be to much on your shoulders. I have shoulders too, hands and feet. Their is a beating Heart behind these breasts and no happy ending over here either. It may not have been how we wanted it to be but we made it through and they didnt. Together we can figure out why and how we can still stand in front of each other. With my heart and your strength we can find out what makes us so special. I m not your distraction and you are not my challenge. The fluid line drawn between the ying and yang curves to our freewill, our choices are the only thing that separates us. I don’t need you to buy me the world if it’s already ours and I don’t need you to take care of me. Let’s give us a chance to love ourselves so we can better take care of each other!!!
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