ladies
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He swears and curses in the rain.
He is known for his remarkable brain.
Others’ problems he is known to drain.
So he can’t comprehend,
How his problem is driving him to his end.
I am… The Lady
I am the lady who likes muscle, not malls.
I like the feeling of how the power and strength that surges through my mind and body and soul creates harmony amongst my demons
This is my body.
I do what I want.
This is my body,
Not your’s.
This is my blood.
It will shed
Only
Every month
Of my life.
This is my body, too.
The female identity
Is not to be confused
With the male entity
On what they think
What they say
Or what the media portrays
And they?
They’re the men
and also the women
the ladies of the foam
prepare for the dance
their legs kicking
higher
as they stretch to the sky
the ladies of the foam
start the opening number
slowly
To my future daughter
You will know that you are a queen from the moment you are concieved till you rest your head against the silk linen of your eternal crib
From overuse of makeup
To having sex to make up
The women of this society have
Began to lose their touch
They’ve become victims
Victims to men who’d rather
Nut then be a friend
Lovely ladies,
In their tiny skirts,
plucking out their eyebrows 'til their red skin stings and burns,
Lovely ladies,
Waiting for the praise,
Standing by their lockers waiting on the boys to wave,
Bottle it up, plaster on a smile,
Focus on grace, focus on style.
If you have a disagreement, don't say it aloud,
For if you do, your friends will frown.
A lady does not whine or show her true feelings.
