Barren Woman,
You are no Woman!
For what is Woman without her seed!
To carry, grow and breed mans leech.
A walking incubator, our bodies shaped
To case the seed, that’s all they see.
They worship the curves, the wide hips,
Thigh girth, the bearing breast defines our worth.
Drooling they leer, wishing to **** it up and gulp it in.
Latching on as though we are any mans mother,
To coddle, cradle and satisfy until
The curled foetus crawls out of the womb crying,
Stands up and stretches into the shape of a man,
And calls us weak
And says stay in your place, woman.