alot of incipient men treat women like all they want is joy play with there hearts like its some kind of toy.they leave them lying in the sun helpless when there done its like they won some sick battle fulfilled with satisfaction. I run into this war leap through the door to show these incipient men women need to be treated not like a typical whore but with more respect cause without women you men wouldn't even be a spec in the world we call life. I fight this war with no weapon of choice just the sound of my voice its like all i feel is dread for the women that have bled out in despair it's beyond any repair. all i want is for women to be treated not like a piece of flesh but like a fresh new rose but all i can do is wish what are you going to do are you going to be like the rest or are you going to show that your the best cause your the only one who can pass or fail this test
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poetry
Poetrythe poem to the girls isn't mine i found it but the rest are of my own
