I'm not a glamorous appendage,
a trophy wife, sister or daughter to elevate your social status.
I'm not meant to be a narcisstic reflection of you,
That's where you're deluded.
The way i wear my hair,
my clothes or the lack thereof do not highlight 'your' character or morality.
Both of which are skin-deep.
How incredibly Convenient, since possesing either is strictly optional
not a pre-requiiste for you.
Commanding power by brute, sheer physical animalistic force
just makes you that much of one.
Definitely Not a man.
but a weak, neanderthal with convoluted, warped thoughts of control, domination and pseudo masculinity.
Nor does Accidental Phallic suspension
classify you as 'male'.
Courage you really weren't blessed with
A cowardly misogynist
His Smothering hands tumultously wrapped around her neck
Don't blame you for mistaking it for affection.
Purple Bruises,
erupting, jagged,veins,
nausea inducing coagulated whiff of blood,
Cigarette Scalded, delicate, nubile skin
Pretty butterfly shaped scars
to be continued ..
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