Once upon a time, validation from men
ran the show called “my life” every action
and reaction was a byproduct
of their likes and dislikes, satisfying their every
desire outweighed my self-worth, I was on
life-support and didn’t know I was dying.
Once upon a time, validation from men
ran the show called “my life” every action
and reaction was a byproduct
of their likes and dislikes, satisfying their every
desire outweighed my self-worth, I was on
life-support and didn’t know I was dying.
Poetry On A Roll 
We men are so much of the time not worth pleasing. We’re immature beings who never really appreciate the wonders of women. Hugs!
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