Is this what the world has come to?
We’re invaded with questions—then judged.
No one could say the day it all went askew.
A flawless world, entrusted to us—now fractured, now kludged.

It's deemed unfortunate to be a women
Imagine that—how being a woman became unfortunate.
Imagine being told your face is disproportionate.
She gave you a life, yet you gave her less than heaven.

That is the hard truth:
Being a woman, treated as if we were dogs.
We care for your children, we care for your family, we care for you.
But sometimes, there’s a man who truly cares—
he’s the light that guides through the fog.

And sometimes, a man can dim that light
until it disappears from view—for you.

The man who cares?
He’s the one.
He will protect you, guide you, be with you, love you.
He. Is. The. One.

But the one who dims the light?
He will **** you.
Maybe not physically—
but mentally,
he will torture you,
manipulate you.
He is the one you run from.

Run.
Run until your feet ache.
Run until the blisters peel away
and all you have left
is the fire in your chest
and the shoes on your blistered feet.