a man is a criminal, so im always on the defence.
sometimes I can feel like a criminal but my sims are clean and washed away with upstanding guilt I tortured myself with.
a man can lay the law down on me but I can't be on the offence?
it's not very 'lady-like' to fight with your husband, my mother once told me.
my mother was the type to sweep the words under a unwashed rug and purposely forget everything, you know? The quiet type.
so for her, I shout louder and scream harder at a man, just because I can.
it's not resentment to do this, im serving my mother the justice she needs to live on.
so when a man says I'm 'insane' I just scream.
because my mother never did to my father.
all the words she held in her body, she was bound to stop ticking.
im a woman who's mum was failed.
so i will blame the men who make me feel like my mother.
YOU ARE READING
every inch of his manhood
Poetrymen aren't real there just pictures in our minds and the colours on paintings