Woman of My Soul
It bothers me knowing that our women
Who some find it hard to love again;
Are trapped in memories of abuse caused
by alcoholic violent men.
Drives me mad seeing our women walking
around with swollen eyes.
And the tears from catching you in your silly lie.
Difficult hearing the word "bi#%h" characterized as the lady.
Tortures my ears when you turn right around and call her "baby".
The woman is the purity in my soul.
The love from her is the only ecstacy I know.
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