I see signals in other women's heartache and I don't want to be this miserable portrayed by a thump thump and a catcall reduced to a statue of lust cracks in all the things I want to trust so seduced by my stress perplexed by the mess of what's been said he's a **** but, in his head he's infected by sincere ideasΒ Β to strategize the fear he feels and creates standing up to monsters you fed then fled to be branded with curses hummed under his breath still i'm vexed by whispers that keep me awake reminding me, how easy I break
!!!!!!!! Stop shaming women AND men for speaking up