“Pretty things cannot be powerful”

You say as you gaze at the sea

And that is the foolishness of man

You look into the horizon and assume nothing is past it because you cannot see anything past it

You look at women as “muses” as pieces of pretty art to be fought over

You post (scream- bellow until your voice is hoarse) your propaganda in the streets because you are afraid of the PEOPLE finding out the truth

Men insist upon destruction, so drunk on the idea of power they forget to leave any for anyone else

(Yes sweet girl, they steal your God-given power)

Ah yes, destruction is their favorite game

(How many women have massacred villages? Started wars? Raped and murdered their lovers?)

And the destroyer, the SINNER.

Hates the the healer

The god

(That’s why the hate us sweet girl.

We are everything they pretend to be)