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.