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I don’t care to be smart…

would you stop telling me how much of it I am?

I failed as a woman.

And in all of those years gone so much in vain,

how idiotic I have been,

To have believed I should spend my life

fighting in the arena of men.

I hate to be smart.

I regret not to have preserved myself

To sprout as a fulfilled woman.

It’s about the bits and pieces,

It’s about spreading in breadth,

and living in contempt of depth.

It’s about greed may be?

That made me lose the woman I had wanted to be.

I pity myself.

They all torture me much,

my physical, effeminate parts.

The time of judgment has come,

I plea to be guilty.

I plea to be spared the punishment.

Alas...undo is never a real button,

I guess it is almost too late.

I declare it,

I failed as a woman.