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Do-cen-do Dis-ci-mus

Woman I mistreat you
But respect you are due
You strive to find my favor
You please me with your labor
Your uterus I usurp
I am truly a jerk
I need, I need more work
I take away from you psychological aspects
I take away from you, your spiritual growth
I hinder your physical and social needs
As well as your impact of my world...
Yet! I still want you to be my girl
I truly hold you back as
The gift that you are for me.
The consequences I can N O W clearly see
Woe! Woe! woe! with me
My courage as a man of God
Has truly left me and turned us apart
You are that gift
Which is carved in my heart
May I grow to respect you from this very day.
I swear never to run around and play...
Heart of my heart
Queen of all queens.

(do-cen-do- dis-ci-mus, we learn by teaching)
And...
I plunder no more.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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