Men are dogs;
You can hardly call yourself a brother
With no respect for a father's daughter: me.
A man of God are you?
Plead to him for forgiveness, for your wandering eyes
And unfaithful hands.
It is men like you who lust for me,
As if I'm to fulfill a fantasy
Or be your one time secret
I will never be anyone's one time secret.
If your sons had been born daughters
Wouldn't you want them to do the same?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Men are dogs;
You can hardly call yourself a brother
With no respect for a father's daughter: me.
A man of God are you?
Plead to him for forgiveness, for your wandering eyes
And unfaithful hands.
It is men like you who lust for me,
As if I'm to fulfill a fantasy
Or be your one time secret
I will never be anyone's one time secret.
If your sons had been born daughters
Wouldn't you want them to do the same?
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