Guns fired.
As men claim their men hood.
Rubber boots crashing the
skulls of temptation that killed kings .
Ripping their weakness from their chest,
for love was never for men .
Booze spilled across the table
as they claim to wipe out every vocal
vagina that dared to speak up for
itself.
laughter echoes and language flies out forgetting they came out of one .
They chant how manly they are cleaning a house that was once filled with vocal vaginas.
They believes that a vagina
is a man's gas station
to fill their lust
and they have every right
to explore it
and need no consent .
strong they are
and violent they can be
once forbidden
the fruit of Eve.
© zita