When my wife gave birth to three boys
I was sure that she would not have to wait
For help with the housework for them.
But what a surprise to her it was not
They help her, but also take care
Of her and feel sorry for her.
She's trying to show them that women is weaker sex,
That is, that she's not able to take her washed clothes
To the dryer or open the tightly closed lid.
When they grow up, they will have other tasks
Showing my boys that the female sex
Needs strong male hands.
A woman can take everything on her shoulder
But, nature intended a woman to procreate
And create strong men and feminine women.
Therefore, to dear women who raise boys
Try to be weaker sex, even if you can do everything
Just keep quiet and pretend.
He was 6 foot 3.
I was 5 foot 5.
My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive..
Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed
my top rip..
My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my
round breasts exposed, he paused and admired..
"You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly
he pushed down my head..
My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed.
I caved to his needs with hopes he would go..
One predator preying on a weaker sex.
I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck..
One vulnerable woman who managed to survive,
in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..
The bruises and burns
From her cooking and washing pots and pans
Her former hands, so dainty and soft
Have now become coarse and calloused
Scars from knives on her hands and her thighs
Cuts from slicing dicing and splicing
Several produce and foods to provide nourishment for you
Yet you disregard her efforts and don't appreciate her when due
Wives, daughters and sisters everywhere
We were always seen as the 'weaker sex'
But we rose and fought our best
To be admired and looked upon with respect.
We succeeded and made the world realise
That women aren't only knowledgable kitchen-wise
We have gifts talents, achievements and dreams
Which makes the world better more than. those can believe.
Happy Women's day to all my wonderful females
We are worth more than rubies and are as competent as the males
I'm proud of all of you for the battles you fought
Let your smile shine brightly like a beacon come forth.
Happy Women's Day
Some Muslim men believe in women's rights
In a peculiar way,
They put their gender interests first, and
find some Quranic verse to justify it.
And then their interest in the subject
grinds to a halt.
They think that women are “weaker sex”
and they must do the thinking for them.
Their supremacy is inked by dogma
perpetuating the status quo.
Bottom line, they cannot make the women's cause
their own, hampered by ideology, in permanent warfare
with equal rights.
The women's question: It does not perplex their intuition.
The Weaker Sex
Blemishes appear
when innocence dissipates;
although considered
facetious and offensive,
the weaker sex bear the scars.
Look at our Country,
Divided, male VS female.
They say it's God;
The devil is in the detail.
They have always instilled
We are the weaker sex.
We are treated like a trophy
Or, a household object.
Abortions are illegal,
And no birth control.
A mandated felony,
And our prisons are full.
For some, giving birth,
Means their death.
For a baby not wanted,
She breathes her last breath.
Abortions will happen
Either way.
We are tired of hearing
What you have to say.
I believe the woman takes
Care of your needs.
We have the ,
It SUPERSEDES.
The majority of women can
Get by without a man.
The other way around,
He still has his hand.
We already raise the kids,
You're not much help.
To be with you is like
Swimming through kelp.
All tangled up, you
Have the lead.
Now you force us,
To carry your seed.
You are a dumb ass, you can
See where this is going.
As usual,
Your bad side is showing.
Turbo1904 ?
Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact
"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
"Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees"
Wounded, he offered an unheard apology
Then walked across time to a kinder century
I Wanna Write a Poem
I wanna write a poem about,
how in God we trust.
About getting our piece of the pie,
and eating the crust.
I wanna write a poem about,
Opportunity knocking on your door,
and learning to be careful
what you wish for.
I wanna write a poem about
going to work and coming home alone,
and although you don’t know anyone,
you hope there’s messages on your phone.
About going out and meeting someone,
getting married having kids,
and wishing you were a lone poem.
I wanna write a poem about
people with a kind heart,
how God put you in their way
and them doing their part.
I wanna write a poem about
being in a room full of fine women.
Perfume in the air...
And the happy feeling I get
because my wife isn’t there...
I wanna write a poem about
Women, who really understand,
that men are the weaker sex,
and will perform on demand.
I wanna write a poem about
having no fear of the dark,
walking the streets alone
making it on our own.
And I wanna write a poem about
the homeless actually finding a home.
I wanna write a poem.
...
I wanna write a poem.
If Women
If the earth floats through the universe
borne on the back of a giant tortoise
it surely must be female
for the ride is smooth and silent
and rarely falters.
if women were the weaker sex
evolution would have stopped
in the warmth of primordial seas
eve would have remained a rib
god would not have had to invent her.
if women were truly the weaker sex
the earth would shriek
with the accumulation of their pain.
Click! Click!! Click!!!
You praised me into it
When my brain was too young
I dig the soil so deep
With my bloody tongue
You forced me into it
When my limbs were too weak
I looked into the sky
And prayed it will someday leak
That price is my pride
You paid? No, you will turn pale
This hour by my honour
You will pay! Yes, with a pain
Sown in the soil
Deep down as far
As my tongue did toil
Behold, your joy is over
Because the sky's let loose
For you that always or sometimes choose
To lick from the weaker sex
By clicking the wrong button
#LEARNERSPEN DHUL QADAH,1438
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(Henriette hired Fernand Labori, the superstar
defence lawyer who had recently acted for
Dreyfus. Old and cynical, he advises her to
play on her sexy image.)
6. Fernand Labori
I've long since left off thinking of it thus.
It's putting on an act, that's all it is.
The ones who play it honest miss the bus.
You'll give it drama, colour, fervour, fizz.
A woman's always stronger than a man,
since men are tethered by the nether parts.
I'm sure you'll give it everything you can.
Your jurors are all men -- so break their hearts!
You have the looks, so hit them where they live.
You shot a man to death? The nation shrugs.
The only thing the French will not forgive
is if you're sexless. Let them see those dugs.
Admit it all, and argue crime of passion.
Oh yes, you took a gun, but meant restraint.
To win the women, wear the latest fashion:
to win the men, it helps if you can faint.
Just flash an ankle, watch them strain their necks.
(And still, we label you the weaker sex!)
Most beautiful
body part.
Curved contour.
Perfect fit for
shape of hand.
Up front.
Proud and pleased
to be female.
Come hither
weaker sex.
Nipples soft.
Nipples hard.
Feed my child
big and strong.
Amazing breasts.
I could go on...
Thank you, God, for making me a female,
one so strong, cheerful and alive!
The weaker sex? I guess! If being frail
can serve me, I will anything contrive!
A tire flat? Out of gas? I use
“femininity” when in a fix.
I do it oh so charmingly - this ruse-
used by clever chicks like politics!
Those that share my gender cast a spell,
and In our sex are pleasant aspects found.
In art of conversation we excel.
By friendship and by loyalty we are bound.
***** envy? Me? I like your plan,
I am happy not to be a man!
For the the What Makes You Happy old - new poem Poetry Contest
of Royal Ninja~
Woman’s Work
'A woman's work is never done',
How oft I've heard that call.
While men just sit down on their bum
Just waiting for their fall.
No wonder then, that over time,
Man's place has fell below.
For letting women do the lot,
Has left no place to go.
But women would refute the claim,
That they all rule the land.
They let the fellows still believe,
They have the upper hand.
But I'm the boss in my own house,
My wife grants that to me.
As long as I do what she wants,
And never disagree.
More perfect match was ever made,
Than woman and her man.
The weaker sex has all the things,
That make men what they am.
With smiles and tears and sensual ways,
They keep men in control.
While men just follow in their spell,
Like prisoners on parole.
Tethered by an inner wish,
To gain their woman’s praise.
And even when they use their tools,
It's women that appraise.
So think again if you may feel,
Men ever ruled the day.
Since Adam granted Eve's first wish,
Women have led the way.
But living in their shadow,
Is the nicest place to be.
For they're really lovely creatures,
And mine always makes the tea!
Ivor G Davies
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
My actions have left me feeling chagrined
My fist hit his face, my knuckles skinned
Inner devil grinned, inner devil grinned
Because he deserved it, doesn't make it right
The remorse I feel, keeps me up at night
The anger inside bubbled and did ignite
My fist took flight, my fist took flight
I may be female, the weaker sex
High emotions makes me more complex
Only my words will now carry desired effects
This I truthfully vex, this I truthfully vex
I have never walloped anyone before
He baited me, I walked into his trapdoor
It won't happen again, this I implore
I'll punch no more, I'll punch no more
I vow to keep my inner devil at bay
Promises to myself I do not betray
If I get the urge to punch, I'll recall the replay
And duly walk away, and duly walk away
Sponsor ~ Drake Eszes
Contest Name ~ The Confessional
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