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You are the Forest in a soul

Endless knowledge

Trapped in your rings

Your planted with the mushrooms

Feeling the energy and life before

And after you in the soil

You slept amongst the ferns

To understand

the way they breathe

You grew with the trees

To feel what it feels like

To live for eons

You are the Forest

The moss in your eyes

And the flora your body

The wind and rain your hair

You are the Forest

Ancient and wise

But always growing

And becoming

You are not defined

By the world around you

men hate women who are too loud

too quiet

too big

too small

too girly

too boyish

too confident

too shy

men hate women they fuck

women they can’t fuck

women they have yet to fuck

women they have fucked before

men hate women in magazines

in tv shows

in movies

in real life

in their own imagination and dreams

men hate sluts and whores and girls who give it up too easily. women who are loose and are past their prime

men hate frigid bitches and dykes and women who tell them no

men hate women.