I make brownies while I eat pancakes

Spare me some time with the slate

Men will curse you because you are a woman

The evil they believe exists in your groins and mammals

This evil they seek still, doing the abnormal 

Like rape or the poisoning of attires.

I don’t weep anymore

Neither will I keep me in the brutalities 

of the affairs of men.

This body is caramel, this body is gold.

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