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i'm not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men 
maybe it was when i was first touched 
back when i thought touch equated to love
trust and faith 
or maybe it was when i started growing a chest 
and all the men would stare and yell 
as i held my favorite disney backpack close 
a barrier
maybe it was when i believed men held the capabilities of genuine friendship 
before i learned they always had to take
friendship never came for free
it cost me my soul 
and yet he walked away 
untouched 
maybe it was when i realized 
all the blame i held onto my mother 
hatred fueled by her supposed wrong doings of my father 
her kindness and patience towards me 
towards him 
his quickness to bash her 
was the doing of my father 
the reason behind the pain of no parental guidance in my youth 
maybe it was when i got into my first real relationship 
quickly realizing the truths of my mothers warnings
when i gave him all my fragile mind and soul had to offer 
only for the new and shiny to catch his gaze 
and have his love unveil in front of my eyes
letting me crash and flame away 
without a single sense of remorse
maybe it was when i still attempted to provide him with all the care one could give 
without a single sense of appreciation thrown upon me
maybe it was when i realized i am nothing but a woman 
only deserving of their respect when i wear crop tops and lashes 
when i look my best and never at my worst 
when i offer them my body as a way of thanks for their mere actions 
when the benefits no longer exist for them to reap 
all sense of respect and admiration disintegrates without a thought 
im not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men 
5, 13,17,19 
21,30,50
infinitely experiencing the cruelty produced 
by those produced by me 
and my mother 
and the infinite circle of the creators of life
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