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I know that this is ******* you
I really feel your pain
Not physically or mentally but
through the inking you paint
on that page of your mistreatings,
of what this species did to your
Innocent and beauty being.
I'm truly cut deep by this and I,
know it's most probably an infinite nightmare and
I'm quite scared for the, future if this is how some men view a
woman and think they can run free and do a re-**** up
I'm really disgusted with dudes who reveal colours that
paint the world unsafe for our only hope of a loved one .

Man, **** 'em , but it really should be taught to all the lot
That it's okay sometimes to not know and learn from those who've got
knowledge on the thing , and not just push and shove 'em like a box
it's scary how the man has had this illusion that he's superior
now this same illusion is making hard headed animals
Loud nothings upon their heads ringing like alarms in mid
Dream sequence and these issues are just like a parable they knock
Out of the way and make no mistake, they take this thing little a lot
But what do I know. I just want change for our kings and queens
so godly they are hybrids and carry their dreams
in face of more adversity than we could ever endure
I'd to say, from deep inside my core of cores, on behalf of all the boars
that I truly apologize and prayers for y'all are more.
and that's just the two cents from your boy.
this is for all women. you're the pillar if this earth and nobody deserves the ill treatment you experience from day to day. much love. Meez*
rachel redwine Apr 2014
I plastered myself on the ones who did deceive me
I disguised myself as one of them
I felt this itching urge to scheme the mistreatings
till the night I reserved my right to self conceive sin

I tempered back
I wavered forth
I slid threw the crack and waited on word

and in my mind, it was the time, too end this flaw.
to correct this mistake
this misborted fake

so I downed my flaws

but he saw me, mislead in faith
and gave me back my strength
willing to forgive such a simple kid

I learned from my mistakes
Amanda Francis Sep 2017
Your body is more than quick cash, let your hands roam down.
Down past your scars, where words sank like barbed wire.
Past food banks and  beqtings, past rapes amd mistreatings.
Your body is not for sale, you are not alive for profit.

— The End —