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In a world of Men -Poem-

PS: this is a poem I wrote on a whim, the beauty of it is that; this is a picture of the reality of most women's lives including mine and yours (if you are a woman)...

in a world of men, I rose, not to serve them not to be served

in a world of men, I was lost and found not by a man but by myself

I discovered the true meaning of b**m as well as Bondage but not for men

but for the men without the n, ropes I tied myself in although my partner is present

It is I who I have to please, as this body of mine decays in this world of men

No Men would silence the lust of the I, no men could handle it

Men can become controlling and dominating as they fear the mystery they fear the unknown

the Me hates being controlled or dominated

For you who is a part of the world of men, yes you who sees me every day walking by imagining me in

 ropes and a collar

You see Me in every shade of light and darkness, of Innocence and rebellion, of lust and chastity

Yet

Me is always giving you the permission to control me and dominate me

but that doesn't mean I can't revoke it you see

yes some would say I am turning into a monster once I do revoke my permission

 as the Me turns into the Monster that was dormant in me