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The Cat Call

Do not treat me like an object. I'm not a pleasure tool for your lust. I am a human, Warrior, Goddess, Woman, Witch. I do not care about your thrust. So listen as these words hiss off my lips: I demand respect, and will accept nothing less. Do not whistle at my back. I am not here for your entertainment. I will not turn to give your ego attention. My patience has been spent. And lest you er forget- Without my kind you would not exist. Alone you were not sufficient, So God took out a rib. ©KSS 7/2018
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kss-11
Published
Aug 25, 2020
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#woman#fierce#brave#warrior#respect#fury#fire#goddess#witch#matriarchy
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