Sex

A man will try to make you feel Like the sex between your thighs Is the only thing you have to offer And the only thing you should be ashamed of But why should I be ashamed Of what makes me a woman? Yes, I bleed once a month But it doesn't compare to the Flowers that have grown between my legs Because I have given life And life lives within me Men insult this place As if this was not their Gateway to their first breath They fail to realize that they Are half-woman too

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