What do strong women do when they find their male following the scent of another woman? I don't know. Do strong women feel jealousy and sadness for the loss? Do they cry like a little child who finds themselves on the doorstep of a house that is not their home? Do they undress in front of the mirror to feel their bodies and check if they still have enough attractiveness? Do they observe the other woman in her features and movements?
Or do they pull out, as if they were never warm, leaving themselves to the violence and oppression of life? Or perhaps they don't care about such things and nothing stirs within them? Most likely the latter possibility. I don't know because I am still a little child with no home, unable to cry for fear that someone will see me, for in the third millennium, no one cries.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
