Women
"females" they spew
As if reffering to a complete other species
Mans property
Judged
Nudged
Never marvelled
Never understood
Just gawked at
Objects on a shelf
Wondering
Constantly
If her decisions will tarnish her
Discredit her
Deem her
or doom her
So men choose for us
Save us the utter "suffering"
Of being authentic
powerful
Shrink us
Crumple us
Tear us limb from limb
Throw our broken pieces in a box
A coffin wrapped in satin bows
cheap bastards could at least bury us in silk
Too powerful as a whole
Too powerfully authentic
Too powerfully full of mystery
Complex
Endlessly shapeshifting
yet they tremble in fear and confusion
But love.
We are love.
Until man deemed us otherwise
Wrong.
We are wrong.
We are just women
Nothing more.
About the Creator
Hannah Ungar
A deep dark abiss thats full of stars and suns, blackholes and branches, moons that rule and planets that implode. I'm about as much of everything as I can be, here to strip myself bare and reveal all that lies under my layers for my sanity
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