I think it perfectly portrays the world of womanhood.
Dissected. Men want us naked. Chained down by what society says we should be: breeders.
I think it perfectly portrays the world of womanhood.
Dissected. Men want us naked. Chained down by what society says we should be: breeders.
When I get sad, I write. No it doesn’t rhyme, no it isn’t perfect. It’s thoughts and fears in a poetry-like form.
When I get sad, I write. No it doesn’t rhyme, no it isn’t perfect. It’s thoughts and fears in a poetry-like form.