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Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
299 reads
0 Comments
Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
299 reads
0 Comments
Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
299 reads
0 Comments
Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
299 reads
0 Comments
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
432 reads
6 Comments
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
432 reads
6 Comments
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
432 reads
6 Comments
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
432 reads
6 Comments
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
432 reads
6 Comments
Be a Man
How do you expect a girl to be innocent when she's been fucked over her whole life?
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
#women
#abuse
#MeToo
#frustration
#feminism
362 reads
3 Comments
Be a Man
How do you expect a girl to be innocent when she's been fucked over her whole life?
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
We all have that one friend who's the reason I have to carry pepper spray just to go to the store.
The one who says, "bitches like that," when a woman complains about being choked.
The one who thinks he's a nice guy.
If you can't tell which friend it is, it's probably you.
Your anatomy is not what upsets me, it's how you separate me from you just by my gender.
In strength, in smarts, and in domestic living.
Like...
#women
#abuse
#MeToo
#frustration
#feminism
362 reads
3 Comments
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