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A Women of All Odds Please pay no attention to the women behind those books Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
It doesn't matter my height,I have to look up to you. I was born with no choiceAs a woman. That automatically makes meSmallerWeakerUnimportantOnly for your entertainment.
He called her his whore, his slut, his own bitch to ride on, like dogs.Prized only darkness, like lights. Abandoned in public, like free-speech. She wasn’t free, she wasn’t light,