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WHO CLAIMS THAT MEN DON’T CRY? MEN HAVE EMOTIONS, FEELINGS AND SENSIBILITY. FOR TOO LONG HAS SOCIETY DICTATED THEIR FEMININ ABILITY?
WHY RESTRAIN THE HEART FELT EMOTIONS FOR BEING JUST A MALE? WHY IS TEAR SHEDDING ATTRIBUTED ONLY TO A FEMALE?
BOTH SEXES CAN DEMONSTRATE JOY AS WELL AS SADNESS, WHY DEPRIVE MEN OF CRYING AND IT’S CLEANSING PROCESS?
SO IS HOLDING BACK TEARS A SIGN OF PHYSICAL STRENGTH AND SELF MASTERY? NOT IN THE LEAST, I WOULD SAY IT IS THE OPPOSITE; A SUPPRESSED BUT ESSENTIAL ROSARY.
CENTURIES OF CONDITIONNING HAVE MISLED ALL OF US ALLOWING THIS TYPE OF BRAIN WASHING TO CREEP IN. IT IS TIME FOR A RENEWAL OF SPIRIT, RECLAIMING OUR TRUE ESSENCE TO SETTLE IN.
Awesome Annie Nov 2016
I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.

Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.

I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.

I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.

Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's  cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.
Sarah May 8
From playing house to paying bills,
from being a princess to being seen lika thing.
Is the world I have grown up in been a farce or does the reality of the real world seem to escape me?

Have I been lied to and thrown into the land of fantasy, or was it a necessity to shield me from my ultimate reality?
I feel like Alice in Wonderland, although instead of a hat through which I can return to my world, I am stuck in this nightmare

Tiaras an teacups have been
replaced by meaningless jobs and illusions of freedoms.

Work hard , they say, but stay feminin.
Be independent, but not to masculine.
Hate men, for they are the enemy,
but pay attention and smile when they have seniority.

Little girl grows up to be defined by her titles: a mother, a wife, a daughter
but all she dreams of is being a princess of her own Castle.

— The End —