To the girl who believes
that man is the answer
to its deepest needs,
to the beau
who seeks for intimacy,
hoping for love
from a stranger's bed,
to the daughters
who weep
for her Father's love to redeem,
and to the women who fist against fellow women over a man's place,
I cherish the opportunity
to offer my sincerest apologies
for the reality we are facing - sexism, misogyny, and depriving liberty.
We shall speak against these dehumanizing actions.
If peace and silence
you were seeking,
man shall hold their horses
for the women's treaty.
Let her creations be so freeing,
she shall have her liberty
over this life's cruel uncertainties.
Her tears are so beguiling,
discreetly a fuel on a blazing fire.
Man's pace is burning
when impulsively tempted
by your uncertain desires.
Disrupt her peace
with your ill intentions
and you'll suffer
being burnt into full ashes.
Whilst he turns tables,
as if this was all a game.
Thee owes her pleasure
and an equal privilege,
that is higher than
the size of his length,
or his egoistic claims.
Shall not blame her,
when the blazing fire
fuels the female rage.
I stood on my own feet
for the love, I know thy worthy
thee's charmed temptations,
and seeking redemptions
left all ineffective in thy intuition.
With all thee's disrespect,
enough thing to reason
to be left alone,
and departed us soon.
YOU ARE READING
her say
Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
