I’m entrenched
in my own words:
they have a violent echo.
The one that you defend
doesn’t love you,
he’s not capable.
Your aim is wrong:
they speak ill about you
behind your back,
they could stab you
out of disgust,
they don’t need you
anymore.
The men haters
want you to denigrate
the product of your womb,
only then
will they be satisfied.
The model
is copied
even though
they intend
not to copy.
A Brief Life 