1) These women, these
mothers, these people.
My fellow men,
Chuck your pen, your paper and your archaic principles.
Are you afraid to bow down and relinquish control to those whom birth our population.
As if they can not make a choice.
mothers, these people.
My fellow men,
Chuck your pen, your paper and your archaic principles.
Are you afraid to bow down and relinquish control to those whom birth our population.
As if they can not make a choice.
2) In her life and in the carry give way to her.
Your archaic grip means nothing to these women.
She has always been the giver.
And it has never in no part been a shared responsibility.
Your archaic grip means nothing to these women.
She has always been the giver.
And it has never in no part been a shared responsibility.
3) The male simply put does not bare rights over those who bare life.
He pretends some kind of righteousness, but oh if the tables were turned.
See the many women who have stepped forward from behind the abundance of fraudulent stances taken by her opposite sex.
He pretends some kind of righteousness, but oh if the tables were turned.
See the many women who have stepped forward from behind the abundance of fraudulent stances taken by her opposite sex.
4) Many more coming who will tread that path.
See too those whom have never let that shadow be cast over them.
They stand sure footed to greet thier confrères.
See too those whom have never let that shadow be cast over them.
They stand sure footed to greet thier confrères.
5) Have we not learned over the thousands and thousands of years that the big swap to replace the sacred feminine with the sacred masculine can never truly happen.
That the woman’s plight was man made and oh do they know it.
That the woman’s plight was man made and oh do they know it.
6) Shame on us generations of sore losers, those of us whom are too scared to see a truth set in stone centuries before us.
As a very young boy i began to focus on what was beyond me, to what laid before my eyes which was my small world, my mother and my sisters.
As a very young boy i began to focus on what was beyond me, to what laid before my eyes which was my small world, my mother and my sisters.
7) Those women turned the needle of my adolescent compass and aimed it out far beyond them out to the whole wide world.
This world that had always looked to she though not out in front, no, not in the light of the day but behind in the shadows of our society.
This world that had always looked to she though not out in front, no, not in the light of the day but behind in the shadows of our society.
8) Yet they were the ones to bare those things that needed much negotiation.
Truth.
In a debate, whether it’s the shortest or the longest, the smallest or the largest one.
Truth.
In a debate, whether it’s the shortest or the longest, the smallest or the largest one.
9) When a choice for the thing that’s seems to be the most important matter at hand is needed, she has long before answered that query and set that answer into place.
All this before a man could hang his coat and hat on the rack.
All this before a man could hang his coat and hat on the rack.
10) They are like magic to me, these woman, these mothers, these people.
Like magic to me.
Their is no mystery to this.
It’s just the truth.
They have always been the giver.
Like magic to me.
Their is no mystery to this.
It’s just the truth.
They have always been the giver.
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