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Mar 2013
I always wonder about certain sectors that has harem of women,
at their beck and call.
Solely reserved for them.
Not willing to share them.

Like a slave girl in waiting.
Simply waiting for a invitation.
While the allege number one harem holds the rank.

This one man holding himself out as leader.
All because certain rules dictates this logic.
Sometimes make wonder.

Do they feel love?
Or simply need to be wanted?
Obvious, once selected they must submit.
Any reject of him.
Might means she will be killed.
Sometimes make wonder.
If it's worthy the trouble for the women.

Being apart of a harem.

Some say, it's a culture thing.
But we see this in many regions of countries.
Where women let the man dictate their life?
Oh, what a life?

You can't move without his permission.
You can't be independant in anyway.
Your ways are dictated from day to day.

This ia all apart of being a harem.
Oh, yes.
Stupidity in the making.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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