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May 2017
I would like to know why.
Why someone feels the need
The drive
The ambition to impose their agenda on those who are innocent.

Why an eighteen year old young woman had to go to bed in tears because either
Her body was
Objectified
Toyed with
Lusted over

Not to forget **** shamed,
Judged
Assumed fat probably
And objectified again

Then because she wore a "low cut shirt"
She
"Wants it". - (That sentence disgusts me so much I would go back in time to spit on the original misogynist who phrased it together.) -
Or is flaunting.

Sense when is a tank top so grossly sexualized?

Sense the idea of a 'perfect woman' has no body fat
He's an hour Glass figure
To match her perfect hands that
Don't touch anything outside the kitchen
And children

That way us men can keep our women pure. -(The fact that this is true for so many makes me sick)-

The fact that me writing the truth hurts people so badly that they might comment
"Hey, keep yourself to yourself, don't go telling me how to treat my woman."
While in actuality all they would do is prove my point by laying claim to "my" woman. Essentially placing ownership.

I want to know why a friend could be so offended by someone they care about so badly that they don't even confront the person.

I want to know what drives a person to minipulat
Constrict
Exaggerate
Propagate
And push to have someone friendship severed due to their own displeasure.

Why an honest man gets accused of heinous crimes when they simply were avoiding the problem.

Why is it that they are so brutally persecuted when the antagonist is let free.

(The entire fact that I have to weave this poem into existence bothers me. If people could be kind and loving, the world might not go to **** every three days)

The more people stay silent and think someone else will step up is
The sooner the entire
Populous will
Fall
And
Crumble
The world is discussing me on a daily basis. I haven't seen human decency in so long I wonder if it even exists anymore. End rant. Goodbye. Scroll on you're done here. I doubt you'll comment anyway.
The Mellon
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The Mellon  21/M/USA
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