Seeing faces and random talking
Makes her hate ties and blocking.
She requires only another lost soul
A soul to whom she would be the only goal.
Screaming she hates when it is a command
To orders she would no more bend.
But to a male she would give herself to be tamed
He who will try to hit will be damned.
A woman is a giver, to care she dares
She has learned from the wounds she inside cares.
WISDOMLOGY 