By Vanna   

Men bite the blood that they cannot swallow
Only to become ripe, and turn hollow
E'en when women are velvet and tame
They will fain coat us with poison and shame.
To bide by these wonts is a cutthroat chore
And if we revolt, we are nymphs and whores.
Men will dote on a sublime womanhood;
My chastity would be that of rosewood.
They will e'er act like they are civil
Forsooth, they are nothing but knaves, evil.
To survive as virgins, we must be whites;
Despite mens' faults, women must not lose sight
Of our strength, our honor, our homage.
To their chains, we will not be held hostage.

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