Feminism, Chauvinism and the like

I believe in the power of womanhood!
There is power invested in every womb to
hurt his heart and belittle him.
His masculinity is inferior because
the sway of my hips in these short shorts make him salute me.
He rises in my honour as I
dance down the street wearing scarcely clothes
Though my attitude should make him wish he hung in shame.
There is power in every womb to slap into submission every
standing penis for the sake of femininity.
He does not deserve me.
He does not deserve respect yet,
even if he does, I cannot give it to him.
I can barely salvage enough of it for myself.
The short shorts attest to my freedom though
inside I just wish to be loved by a man.
And inside I just wish that someone would see me instead of my legs.

Me? I was made to stand, point and spit on every
skirt that passes.
My sole purpose is to make her scream.
To make her want me.
To go only as deep as the cavity between her legs, never touching her soul or inspiring her
heart to be better.
I believe in the power of sperm and of my hand clasped
around her neck as I take
what I want and never see a
person.
All she is is a skirt to me.
She has no face.
She has no skin.
She has no soul or bone.
I have no nerve.

I believe in the power of realization.
Awake from your slumber!
Oh mankind! You never cease to amaze me.
Why wouldn't we see that there is no power in either.
If you are a man, bless you.
If you are a woman, bless you!
Neither sperm nor egg alone can bring anything to life.
You believe in those powers!
Divided against yourself you shall never stand.
You believe in death.
I believe in life and I sure hope I can find others thinking likewise.