You say you need two women
What do you think we are?
Buttons to sew on your lapel?
Flowers to pick as you go?
You say one woman is boring
What kind of guy are you anyhow?
Don’t you think women make conversation?
Or do you just take them to bed?
You say women are two a dime
Well, that depends on where you look, my guy
Maybe, you pick on the down and out
Women who’ve been battered to the ground
You say women are fickle and fussy
Well, we have a problem at hand
We are trying to deal with your ego so big
It just will not be contained
You say women should know their place
Should be seen but never heard
There’s something I’ve got to tell you, my man
If no other woman has
We condone your attitude
Not because we must
But because we are mothers
We’re sisters and then lovers
We listen to your problems
We put our lives at risk
We put aside our problems
Just to keep you pleased
And not because we fear you
And not always out of love
But because we are so much older
And you are so young at heart
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(ratatat tat tat tat tat……..) wow…my younger ‘self’…you tell ‘im!!!!!! (he – mr young playa- did not like this poem at all…said it was too feminist…(lmao)…wow…(it’s all coming back to me…) was he turning me into a ‘man-hater’? Nah…(why am I even thinking about what mr young playa said or didn’t say…(tsk)…) next!!