Why do you want your women small?
Why do you want your women docile?
Why is your smallest man your largest woman?
Is it so you can beat them, rape them, kill them
And they can't fight back?
Is it so they will concede at the slightest sound of hostility,
So that you feel like it's willingness,
Rather than duplicitous?
Why do you want your women so meek?
Why do you want your women so quiet?
Is it so you can hear your voice so loud,
That it drowns out all other noise,
And so you are the only voice that is right?
Why do you love women,
But only when they can be dominated?
Why do you hate women,
When all they have ever wanted to be is happy women?
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A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles
PoetryA collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.
