Woman

Hear me, and hear me well,

I do not bloody care,

Whoever told you those illusion lied to you

Whoever told you that man came from you should think again

Pride is yorked with doom

Hear me clear and correctly,

Arrogance only makes you look piteous 

I hear you say, even Jesus christ never broke the protocol

What _ arrogancy?

Can creation create the creator?

Think again dear sister

The cradle of the universe is he and he alone

I hear you run your tongue in celebration,

celebrating a mere obedience to a Man's home call 

Men dies more to women

That you said

The heap of flesh you brag with

I gave it to you

The pound of flesh you shoulder high with, is mine

Pocket your fangs dear beloved

They are toothless and can't lash my wit.