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Nature has deemed fit to bless the female form with monthly...troubles Once taboo to speak of Many grew up ignorant of their own blood Only that it's purpose signified Their readiness to be sacrificed Lower than cattle, owned, bartered A son meant continuation of line, of name A woman was an acquisition Nothing more Many a young maid, trembling on her wedding night Forced to open her heart, her ****** body To a man, hopefully gentle That she had only just met Let alone speak to A groom preferred his bride Meek and mild Untouched by even her own hands To know pleasure was to be a wanton Nothing pure could be so passionate When our very nature dictates us to be so! Society views our struggle as "Having come a long way." How reprehensible to say such a thing When we are still victimized Underpaid Objectified Abused The media flaunts only those That are deemed "beautiful" by a panel of judges When in fact all of us radiate For we are governed by the moon *Our very *** harnessed by her silvery pull*
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
To Be Woman (is to be a Lunatic)
Nature has deemed fit to bless the female form with monthly...troubles Once taboo to speak of Many grew up ignorant of their own blood Only that it's purpose signified Their readiness to be sacrificed Lower than cattle, owned, bartered A son meant continuation of line, of name A woman was an acquisition Nothing more Many a young maid, trembling on her wedding night Forced to open her heart, her ****** body To a man, hopefully gentle That she had only just met Let alone speak to A groom preferred his bride Meek and mild Untouched by even her own hands To know pleasure was to be a wanton Nothing pure could be so passionate When our very nature dictates us to be so! Society views our struggle as "Having come a long way." How reprehensible to say such a thing When we are still victimized Underpaid Objectified Abused The media flaunts only those That are deemed "beautiful" by a panel of judges When in fact all of us radiate For we are governed by the moon *Our very *** harnessed by her silvery pull*
No wonder  ladies get such a bad rap for being over-emotional.
brook-ilges
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
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