Queen

A man can never match
The precision of a woman
The compassion
The passion
The caring
The sharing
The attention to detail
The memory
The essence
The presence
The effervescence
The fascination
Of her station

A man can never mimic
Her grace
Her face
The display of her curves
Ensconced in lace

It’s simply impossible to replicate
The chaos of her charms

To attempt to
Would offer disrespect
Something a man should reject
Out of simple respect

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery
But to pretend to be one to me is the spirit of battery
Discounting their core
To appear as a male whore
Your deception is a selfish bore
Something you should abhor

Woman are unique, special, a mystery and a treasure
To join with one is a pain and a pleasure
But one happily taken with good measure

To rob her of her fame
Is truly a shame
A pitiful, selfish game
To be rewarded with
No-one remembering your name

Being a female
Is not a game
But they play it
Like a pro
With elegance
Because they simply know
How to put on a fascinating show
A mesmerizing display
It’s the estrogen way

They say the female is weak
I say your mind is meek
They populate this planet and ask for more
To me that’s scary and hardcore

So, stop trying to reinvent the wheel
You will never, ever know how they feel
You stand, they sit
That’s the deal
It doesn’t matter how you “feel”
Nature doesn’t give a shit about your appeal
So, keep your kibble and bits
And lets just keep it real


This has been a PSA from the Anti Woke Alliance, slapping weak minded bitches for a better tomorrow.

EASN