Break-Up Empowerment

 Now look, a man once told me that I was his all…

Nothing about me was imperfect… except me…

Those lines that you embrace females with are nothing but disdain, sometimes you don’t even remember the atttractions name…

But you’re “real”; you don’t play any games because you are on that mature status…

Now look, you’re suave behavior only fools those that are wicked…

Those who are use to playing the rules of the game in true abberrance, those who make a mockery of human intuiton…

No, player I know your ways…

 I write and rewrite the rules of the game…

I hold the key to all your success…

I even have the nerve to nurse you from thine breast, but you see… A man is nothing without me…

For the world is in the stage of feminism…

The thoughts of men are not seen as emotional, bitchy, and thoughtprovoking…

The traits of a woman, the kind that keeps us down and keeps the world atop of our shoulders…

You can say what you want to those females who are easily on the prowl…

Now look, you are on your last breath, and the only person that can save you is a woman’s breast from thy chest from thy heart from thy caress…

Who holds the power of the deceit…

You can say you want me… but nothing about me is imperfect…

Now look, a wiseman once told me that I was his all…

I was his all up into that last dire call…

I was his all until he sought another…

I was his all … just like his brother…

I was wondering if I can get your name, but unfortunately that name is all the same…

That name is all the same for those who attempt to run game…

Those are the men in the end who will call you for their last breathe, their last cry, their last emotion, their last pride…

Fools of men of this modern age who undermine the scores of their most illustrious players… those players whose decision to have them will serve a justice…

The cyclic behavior of animalistic cries of the women who’s hearts have died to give birth to a man of distanced sighs and giddy weeps…

Now look, you left this empowering mind behind, but remember thy mind is mine and thy heart is His…

You are an option of empowerment, of endurement, of sarcasm at best, but it is I that nurses you from thy breast… So, am I the blame?

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