Woman

Woman

Tempt me with your fruits like that,

A taste, a lick, some more?

Well, if you're rich, you're good, you're grateful,

Or seeing as you're poor, poor, poor,

Of course I know what you can do,

I've seen you crave applause.

You use it well this drug you have,

With its power, you make your laws!

You offer warmth, that's heaven sent,

You bastardise the cause,

You know it's where my comfort lies,

The truth behind closed doors.

The biggest coup of all you do,

Play the weak, the dim, abused,

Abusers, worse, the lot of you,

This (wo) man's game for two.

Those of you yell "Physical",

Who know how to misuse,

The fear of all that's right and true,

Oh, and can be forensically, be proved!

Of course it can't be shown or said,

How words, mere looks, and rules,

One's limits, insecurities, guilt,

Are superior forms of tools.

You can break by bones with fists and kicks,

You make my body sore.

Efficient though at quick repair,

There is soon no mark at all.

But when you use your weapons,

You twist from deep within,

It turns the core, deflates my soul,

My world starts caving in.

But just in case, it's not enough,

You'll take from me my crutch,

No comfort, warmth, can come from you,

You cry "selfish", just too much.

To be sensitive, in touch with love,

Is what you say you need,

But when you find it, why must you,

Destroy, abuse, make bleed.