Weapon / Eyes

Eyes

Which weapon their gaze.

Feet

Which weapon their tread.

Legs

Which weapon their stride.

Arms

Which weapon their embrace.

My experience of love

At the hands of womanhood

Has been,

Without exception,

A war of horrible should.

Conducted as it has been,

And is,

By sadly cruel

And brain-jealous souls,

Only now do I see

The damage

You all wished

To do to my person,

To me,

And to

My lively would.

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