Objectified, penalized, apologized.
Oh you think you have boundaries sweet child?
Here let me show you a trick.
Become weak, embody it.
Here is where you belong
Just below my thumb
Here is where all you thin, long-haired females belong.
This my dear is a gift to you tied up in a sweet feminized knot;
so tight that your words are choked before they complete logical thought.
May all your thoughts be jumbled so that forever you may fumble.
You talk too much.
You think too much.
You feel too much.
Mistake? ha ha
Direction? You have none.
For you are a woman.
Your roar is that of a sex kitten.
Your height is that of wedges.
Your poise is sweet.
May your strength be shattered.
Your opinions always be shaking.
For you are a girl, wrapped around me, in hysteria.
To that, we respond,
whose blood and sweat birthed you?
Whose mistake which impregnateted you?
Who has intentions that prevail over mistakes?
Whose samsara moans so sweet and gentle?
Whose hips did your head slip through?
I am no longer a sex object
I am no longer a human.
I am a woman that will prevail.
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