Of women and patriarchs…
We are the days of today , the night of tomorrow
The forever the whenever the what ever of things and people…
We love books,.
Old pages with rhetoric smell chastises us.. Its almost orgasmic…
Books are better than people,. They Are simpler and have a single face…
The masochistic double standards remain absent from our lives and minds and hearts…
We the women of tomorrow… we the women of today
We get lost in the windings of books as one life was never enough for us
We meet men and compare them with our literary heroes and fantasies…
Breakup. Cuts… contusions… pain heart break..love hate..hate ..love.. Belief broken trusts…lies
but its never their fault really for our high expectations
For women who prefer books over pubs are the real women…
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