Supersede
she was of gypsy descent
life's' hard lessons learn t-
my grandmother warned
as I was growing up,
she said only two duties
a man was concerned of
getting it up, and shooting
satisfying themselves their
primal duty...
too many unhappy woman
unfulfilled, restless
she demonstrated independence
the importance of emancipation
if I was not careful, I too could fall
victim, a mans possession
"keep a bob in your pocket...
and stay out of trouble",
"whatever you do, don't get
pregnant,
men, they are trouble...
keep the bone, and the dog
will follow,
born with a third eye
for a woman's' love I sought,
a man for me seemed defeatist
...wrong...for me this just wouldn't
work...
armed with this- knowledge
most women thought?...but got
caught up in this happy ever after
an illusion of sorts...
with my grandmothers' advice
I celebrate my wonderful life,
with the love of a woman
at my side
my grandmothers' approve
throughout the ages
a woman's' needs overdue
a woman's' love truth
no longer masquerader
falsely paraded
for a man cannot truly deliver
a woman's love, true love
supersedes
I celebrate graciously...
...at the end of the day
it is a choice...I was tired
a witness to too many
women betrayed...
...I understand all of man
is not like this...it is better
to decide...than a become
another love statistic...
I agree my grandmothers'
advice supersedes...
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