Luckily enough, I got spoiled by my brother's friends over the weekend.
I got a taste of the vibe in Cape Town.
Somewhere during the fun, I came across what appeared to be a decent gentleman and later turned out to be a perverted, julius-loving, imbecile later.
I still feel disgusted. I'm so tired of men!
I know I'm young and everybody thinks
I'm saying that just because
I'm a modern, model-c, educated, mild-feminist
whose culture and roots have been diluted
by westernization and whose mind has been
so completely brain-washed as to think that black men
should court a woman by appealing to her mind
through mild charm and light flattery,
silly debate and some deep insight
rather than appealing to her to remedy
the heat she causes in the flesh between his legs...
I'm sick of men!
The kind of men, and there are far too many of them actually,
who think that because they are forever playing the game of chase
women SHOULD ALWAYS be flattered by their sheer interest.
Well excuse me, if the feeling isn't mutual!
It is shocking how many men complain that
we women are rude to stick our noses up
and claim to have standards when THEY approach us
with poorly-constructed, foul-stinking, perverted phrases
that are fully saturated with shameless lust
and boast thier crass confidence
- gained through the success they have had in getting the random lay.
I WILL NOT APOLOGISE FOR BEING ONE WOMAN WHO WANTS SOMETHING SMART and INTRIGUIGING but SUBTLE AND DECENT! ESPECIALLY, TO ANYONE WHO ACCUSES ME OF BEING IGNORANT TO THE RESULT OF MY HISTORICAL CIRCUMSTANCES WHEN I AM THE DIRECT RESULT OF IT AND FULLY AWARE! IT IS IGNORANCE THAT MEN STILL WANDER ABOUT AND ASSUME THAT BECAUSE THEY HAVE LAID SEVERAL WOMEN WITHOUT SINCERE COURTSHIP THAT ALL OF THE ONES WHO WANT COURTSHIP ARE MODERN-DAY "WEE"-MEN. oh pahleeease!
I am not trying to be a man by being a kind of feminist.
I'm more of the woman that I, as a woman, want to be.
I feel like vomitting just when I relay the previous encounters that I've had with a lot of them and I'm absolutely revolted.
Not to say that I'm stuck-up.
I really think I'm tolerant.
But I'm tired.
I'm sick of lay-chasing men!
roses in shades of black

The petal that strayed
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