The Bully
do you bend me to your will
as they 18th Centeray slave
to do as I'm told
and keep my mouth shut
they say sexism happens no more
but they can't see behind closed door
abused little girls and beatenend wife
destroying another unlucky life
discriminating against the difference
because they can and makes them feel strong
but behind dry laughter hides bitter thoughts
how could one be so cruel
hurt and alone we dream too of love
or for pity to be given from up above
bruised abused and incomplete
no rest for her until they accept defeat
they bully and hurt and cause others pain
they punch and kick with no thought
effortless prize for some ones poor fate
unknown consequence they create
they think there smart powerful and strong
but deep in there minds they know it's wrong
hurting the weak causing them pain
no point not really there is nothing to gain
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