A widely known fact
Is that a women’s heart is black
And from within that horrid vessel
Wrestle evils that never settle
But what is never said
Nor stated
A discussion you can’t have unabated
Because there is a man
Who will stand
In the way of the doorway
With a brand
In his hand.
He places it against her cheek,
The freak!
Doesn’t even show the slightest pity
To her shitty little shrieks.
His only prerogative, it seems
Stem to stream a dream to mar his wares
Like mares and whores.