They always say please look within, and hear me what I say
Don’t clock the heels, the legs, the feels, don’t see me as a lay
But look inside, respect me man, don’t be like all the others
The wide the slick the harsh the ass for they are all your brothers
Yo tar me with the brush like them and band us all together
For all she see’s is one who comes to truss her up in leather
And all the while she play’s her game and scoring all the points
One upmanship, devalued………. upon his head annoints
Withholding all the details, therefore she holds all the power
And putting on the carefull mask that she’s a dainty flower
Copyright © Owen Graham 2006
Author notes
A piece possibly illustrating a perceived gender difference within a relationship, the first part how the female may present and the second the male.
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