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| It is true I am guilty of ignoring completly That much explored literary universe A woman's lot (or bitter still,the lot of a woman in america) In my defense I can only say The one life I've lived so far is mine Now look here What do I know of feminism Sexism,or gender wars Bad marriage,discrimintation Of chauvinism and mens double standards Of deep scars left by callous lovers What insight can I offer into ungrateful children Unfeeling,or else alcoholic fathers Favoured and exploitative brothers Sagging breasts,the curse of menstration Lack of orgasm,frigidity,frustration The way I see it,breasts sag Veins pop,lovers leave We grow,grow old Have and be had Scars heal,if we can only let go These are our lives,and each of us must speak Of those things which our hearts desire to know For myself,I have been made a man By a very personal love And love is the only voice I own. ~Casper~ |
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