Casted

From the expression of love We hate those things that makes us uncomfortable. Then, feminism comes to mind at once. Flayed heart beckon, systems governed lust, another whitish world at heart, fragmented substances made us, we're scared in the pit of horror. This is who we are with only eyes, eyes that breeze away those nectars and petals of the glorious hollow of us. When this currency of treasure is at hand, Women changed from manicure to pedicure. That's the remaindant of a whole life, a life spent in treasuring women, a life spent in tolerating men. this is man's Clay and that's woman's. different dust and will, different eyes and strength, different hair and behavior; Nature made it so and so, women timid, men stronger, Men one sided reasoning, women two sided. Now drop your ears in my palms, I have a tale papa told me in a dream. He said and said to my ears: "Only women with attitude get twisted! " Mother lifted up her regalia and jelweries, she made a snake movement in the east end, another elepantry adventure at the western, then sat on papa's grave and said to me: "a bank whose safe is up in the sky is no bank." Now, tell me which sound better, mother's or father's? We are scared from an analysis and analogies of fate. The moon says he is greater because he rules at night, the sun says he is the greatest because he rules at day. Father put kettle on fire, mother takes it down, girls queued on a field, boys chased them away. Pastor on a phewpit, wife by his side, Women pilot, man pilot, man doctor, women doctor, Woman's pregnancy, man...??? Man's sailor, woman...??? take down the similaries and differences! We are casted like a doubled face coin, man and woman. Man is corrupt, woman is corrupt, life a game! At this very end of the world shall man and woman be made to fight for equality in the quest of life. But for now, this feminism and masculinism fight shall remain till Christ comes in fading light. ©John chizoba Vincent Cam'god