I am being sexist

I am sexist on purpose, for that… I know!
At the same time I am so…feminist.
It is time that I interrogate men.
Penetrating their mental cage
Those make them solely refill their sexual desire,
That is so selfish!
I have to tell men
That they have to be responsible
If not every woman can lay a woman
Be careful on the woman’s important spot.
When you have found it,
Make it useful to make them cry.
I am a woman… but it does not mean I desire her,
Only if my failure with men can be a disaster
By means of his ignorance and inexperience
To experiment my own sexual desire
I could allow…one-woman to take a man figure!
It is not taking advantage of the privileged power
But it is because we as women we know our selves,
For that we are aware on how our bodies function.
I tell you men, am careful and make sure that
You are the one who make effort to find that G-spot
I do not always have to educate but research is much effort
Then taking time to destiny means a lot of credit.
We as women, we do not want to wrinkle with bore before we get wet.

in her eyes

when you look at her you see a woman
an old, ragged woman with nothing but the torn clean rags she were.
she is a woman, no extraordinary woman but she still remains a woman
who hides her suffering under her beautiful smile
a woman who can caress you with her roughened her
but with her first touch you will feel loved.

i want you to look at her, not at her scarred face but at her eyes.
try to understand why she allowes her man to beat her up.
she is no punching bag but she takes his punches with pride
allowing herself to cry, not at the pain but to asure him that he is stronger,
whilst she remains even stronger for the both of them, because should she fail…
he would surely die.

she hold the thing dear to her close to her heart
she holds herself dear
not her body but herself
the spirit that rages through her like a wild fire
a spirit that refuses to give up
or be suffocated by the misconceptions of others.

old she looks to the ordinary eye
childess you think because the pain of burying her children lies buried in heart
very old and sad she looks until you have looked into her eyes
than you will realise that she is young
she has let go of her past but has not given up
in her eyes is where her happiness is revealed