The menfolk
They fvck us
Calloused hands maim soft breasts
They call it genourous
When teeth sink in but don't break flesh
They like our scars
Til they're inflicted by another
They like our hearts
How easy it is to crush them
They make our youth up
Of babies we don't want
They say they love us
Looking at our bodies
They only want our bodies
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