Men, feminine? No.
We will never be your equal.
We, men, are higher.
There's a reason for
the **** Abuse. Violence.
It is always your fault.
Don't go out at night.
Don't wear provocative skirts.
Don't drink – it's not cute.
How's your low-paid job?
Hearing you shout, **** ********
Don't be a **** *****
You will fall into.
me, at the club, drunk and dumb
You speak yes, but no.
This isn't my fault.
You consented to my hands,
on slim thighs, smooth *******
You're in the gutter;
those drugs intoxicate you,
short skirt, slurring words.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
Men, feminine? No.
We will never be your equal.
We, men, are higher.
There's a reason for
the **** Abuse. Violence.
It is always your fault.
Don't go out at night.
Don't wear provocative skirts.
Don't drink – it's not cute.
How's your low-paid job?
Hearing you shout, **** ********
Don't be a **** *****
You will fall into.
me, at the club, drunk and dumb
You speak yes, but no.
This isn't my fault.
You consented to my hands,
on slim thighs, smooth *******
You're in the gutter;
those drugs intoxicate you,
short skirt, slurring words.
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