I don't bear offspring
I don't produce eggs
I don't have hips, no
Because I'm not a female
I'm not cute
I'm not beautiful
I'm not voluptuous, no
Because I'm not a female
I'm pregnant with endless thoughts...
Thoughts that I've sold to produce eggs of red yolk called love
I'm a prostitute through my thoughts because I've got voluptuous hips that are filled with fat intelligence, ambition, drive and love
I'm not a female, no...
I've got internal beauty that shines through my dark toned skin
And this light, portrayed as handsome...
I do a man's job, no...
Because I'm not a female
I'm more than that, not a prostitute, no...
I'm not for sale...
Yes, I'm not a female...

I am almost in tears...yissus...you have hit the nail on the head...we all not females...but we are smart, intelligent, independent beings with ambition to be more than just child bearers, more than just objects to the male species, and certainly to be more than just our voluptous hips.
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