Supersede

she was of gypsy descent life's' hard lessons learn t- my grandmother warned as I was growing up, she said only two duties a man was concerned of getting it up, and shooting satisfying themselves their primal duty... too many unhappy woman unfulfilled, restless she demonstrated independence the importance of emancipation if I was not careful, I too could fall victim, a mans possession "keep a bob in your pocket... and stay out of trouble", "whatever you do, don't get pregnant, men, they are trouble... keep the bone, and the dog will follow, born with a third eye for a woman's' love I sought, a man for me seemed defeatist ...wrong...for me this just wouldn't work... armed with this- knowledge most women thought?...but got caught up in this happy ever after an illusion of sorts... with my grandmothers' advice I celebrate my wonderful life, with the love of a woman at my side my grandmothers' approve throughout the ages a woman's' needs overdue a woman's' love truth no longer masquerader falsely paraded for a man cannot truly deliver a woman's love, true love supersedes I celebrate graciously... ...at the end of the day it is a choice...I was tired a witness to too many women betrayed... ...I understand all of man is not like this...it is better to decide...than a become another love statistic... I agree my grandmothers' advice supersedes...