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Jacqueline Amos

The Anthology Woman

The Anthology Woman
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Published by Jacqueline Amos
Aug 30, 2008

The Anthology A Woman; Is it that my hips are round? My breast lustrous and my Body is built like an hour Glass skipping no curves, as he Uses me as his play toy, And move on to another when he Gets tired destructive to thy mind, Castrating me of all my dreams. My lips that shines of guck and face painted with designers muck. Is it my thighs that are lean? and my hair that shines, and the count of the strokes, when he enters my universe. Is it that I donít have a mind? and my body is his play ground; Do I have a mind? are must I Pretend I think with my hips. If I am plump and round Without the crown, and the curves forms its on traits.

Am I less than a woman without? The curves? Do I bring him joy, love him with my heart, dose it make me less than a women if I am not a show peace? Shall I buy his love? and step Aside, and allow him to use me as his door mat. Must I play the fool and loose my cool?, and bring him Laughter as he use me as a fool. If I love my God, wear my dresses above my knees? dose it make me a reject of the world. If I bare his children, and keep his home clean, and love only him, without breaking the rules, am I an idiot and fool for my man? Shall I be the whore and slut when he angers with stress? Shall I be the punching bag? When the world makes him mad, Shall I hold on to an illusion? That the changing of the Season, he will be the husband I most desired in this life. Shall I be the man and the women? And raise his children, Making an excuse for a boy Which is less than a man, as he walks away, dropping babies Every women that comes his way, must I smile? and say heís a great man. Am I women worthy more than what his justice stand. Shall I make excuses the world dealt him a bad hand? Must I turned my head for the like of father which he stands? Must I blame the world? for the like of him being a man? Shall I sale my soul just to say I have a boy?, a man is to Delicate to express the Horrors and degradations, Shall I become desperate? And turn my back on those who shows love, For a ride in the hay, To be sicken With great disease, shall I forget about the dignity that is honored by God?

Shall I flash my body for the world to see? And call it freedom of expression, when I step into the circles of lust, Desperate to be love, shall I teach my daughter that her body is sacred? Shall I allow her to see? Me act like a dog in heat. Shall I break all the laws of God? to please a man who has no honor to me are self.

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