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I've had enough
of men who beat upon my heart
like it's some sort of toy
to throw around the room . . .

those men who break in
and shatter the walls
of glass around it
for some cheap thrill

I've had enough
of being some ego-tripper's
latest shot
to keep him high for a day or two . . .

and of men who see me
as a wild horse
enjoy the chase
then move along

I'm not your whore
to pull off your vanity
I'm not the mistress
to come home to
I'm not a creature
to be hunted
I'm a woman
and you're hurting.

D. Lilburne