She sings a song of blues when it comes to meeting men, never once was it her fault. Her story is the book of a victim when her actions were the criminal of a cold villain, she won’t admit that. Sisterhood; do you really know what makes it a comradely bond or are you too liberated?
Do not bite the hand that rubs your shoulders and massage your feet, stop being contentious. A woman has the most beautiful voice and with smooth lips she can seduce flattery. Walk on our sisters and kick off your heels to slip into your robes of comfort. Do not follow this world’s ideas for your being woman or your being human, take not that bow.
Here are true words of honey but many will only taste them as bitterness, brother’s don’t bite. There is a righteous way to go and it doesn’t place neither second to none. But as one together. Voting describes the slip up under the dress worn, raising women higher than men.
Feminism will say since the beginning men has subjected women, describe the man you saw. Was it a sheet or a skin color? A mask or a culture? Was it a master or a slave? Chasing diamonds will only yield a hand full of glass, but a good woman a seat of salvation.