Woman, Who-is-man?

Woman you are not a sex toy!
Woman you are not a sex toy!
Woman you are not a sex toy!

Woman, don’t you see from your womb all men of greatness come?
Why should you succumb to a man’s feet of base desires when you are meant to stand shoulder to shoulder with him?

Your reality should not be fashioned by what gives me an erection, for my valiance is meant to worship you and not humiliate you!

Your power is not in how your body clouds my mind, for that’s just desire, a sickening weakness that is all primal with no dignity.
Your power is in the simple fact that without you, I cannot be.

This is the truth of who you are.

I can perfectly undress you with my mind, why won’t you make it challenging?
You don’t have to show off everything, there should be a price to what pleases my eyes.
Remind me of the days when men prayed to catch a glimpse of your ankle.
Let your beauty be as mysterious as Mona Lisa’s smile.

Let your beauty be as radiant as the sun hidden behind clouds of self esteem.

My desire can never pay the price for your dignity!

Be my Queen, be my goddess, be not my toy, what do you say?
You are my equal, you are my inspiration, my life source and not my entertainment, what do you say?

Remind me of who I am, do not push me further into this degradation of man.

Remind me of who I am, why won’t you rescue me from my path of self destruction?

Slap me with your dignity, kiss me with your pride, bathe me with love like I were your child

What do you say?

For you are Wo-Man, Who-is-Man without you?