I shall be called a misogynist not a realist
God bless their hearts lest they throw a fit
As if I despise breasts or deceitful lips
Or clinging moisture found between her hips
With questioning hearts and slamming doors
I relate to Plath and her fear of whores
Blonde hair perfection sometimes brunette
Words disguised in beauty so we won’t forget
Listen to their comments, no read them well
Observe the kindness from those tortured by Hell
Valentine's Fall 