

We men talk about women when we see them,
We prick them so hard with our words,
We make them shake more.
While we laugh and laugh.
We are more aggressive,
We are more expressive,
To dorminate over them,
And satisfy our aims.
But again why do we have to?
Why do we have to squeeze their breasts?
Why do we have to forcefully kiss them?
Why do we have to?
I’ll still ask more questions to my men,
Why do we have to refuse using condoms when they don’t want babies?
Why do we have to forcefully push objects into ladies?
Why do we just have to?
Why do we have to have sex without consent?
Why do we have in this our parents?
Some are our partners,strangers, caregivers and even friends,
Why do we have to?
We have witnessed deaths during copulation,
We have heard of HIV infections,
We have been victims of suicide,
Just because we felt weak one time.
We men have a mask,
Women too have a task,
To keep their voices loud,
So that our unlawful lustful acts are not allowed.