Pwoetwy
Unacclaimed Pwoetwy Geniosity.
The Abject Ego Permalink
There she sits, thinking smart
Questioning every concept apart
“Why does this happen this way?
I don’t understand! You are all wrong in your own ways!”
Forcing your way and a time waste
Shut up already, and sit tight
So everyone can be alright!
her Struggle. DOTE. Permalink
her Struggle is a sorrow
She knows, it’s not going to end on the morrow.
She has been told a thousand times - all of them are monstrous lies.
They’ve brainwashed her self-esteem into the oblivion.
Deafening the voices of her Mothers. ALL who were before her.
She lost the touch of everything that matters.
She is
thinking Success - and gets no Motherhood,
thinking Feminism - and gets no Feminine,
thinking Independent - and gets no Love,
thinking Accomplished - and gets Alone,
She ends up with a broken body, at best.
And she yields the Rest.
Stop! Look around!
These are inflated mountains around.
Take the knife, cut them flat!
Release yourself, unlock your powers that you detest.
Become a Mother and give us all a chance.
Now, humanity can get ready for the ultimate Test.
