Dear MAN
Look at me; look again; look closer;
Do you even see me?
Listen to me; listen more; listen deeper;
Do you even hear me?
A woman aching for her man;
A hunter aching to be a prey;
Why are you so lifeless?
Why are you so passionless?
I am not your sister.
Why are you so tame?
I am not your friend.
Why are you so lame?
I am not your mother.
Yet I am to blame.
I hate you!
I have watched my self grow into the man that I dread that most; I have become the jerk I always complained of; I am now blaming you for every time I hit you, for every offence I aimed your way, for every attack I launched on you, for every hurtful word I darted at you ... I was a sweet girl ... now I am an abusive woman! Look what you have made me do? Look what you have made me say? Why did you make me hurt you? You make me feel invisible and it hurts. You make me feel genderless and it hurts even more. You make me want to hurt you. I resent you!
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Showing posts with label Dear man I want to hurt you. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 16, 2008
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