The weaker sex has a qualm.
It disputes its classification.
The weaker sex would like
Nothing more than a day,
One sweet, one Iron-Tinged day,
One day during which to
Stab the cursed hand that reached for them.
The weaker sex will hold you
To their breast.
The weaker sex will love you
With your flaws.
The weaker sex will say yes
Should you decide you want them,
If they want you in return.
The weaker sex will seethe and burn,
The weaker sex will be silent
And the weaker sex will speak.
The weaker sex has a qualm.
The weaker sex has a question.
The weaker sex disputes its classification.
The weaker sex bore you.
The weaker sex raised you.
All you have which was given
The weaker sex gave you.
And the weaker sex may cry.
At times we may keen.
Yet deny the sense
Of the weaker sex
And the weaker sex will leave.
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The weaker sex bore you
the weaker sex raised you
all you have which was given
the weaker sex gave you
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