The Pain of A Woman
I’ll never understand the pain of a woman
Especially in this day of age when the morals of a man are that of a little boy
You see it’s the perception of illogical beliefs that tend to break our women down
They say they’re not beautiful enough
Not skinny enough
They hate their weight
Can’t stand their face
It’s the contradictory terms that men constitute women as
Bitches, sluts, hoes
I can’t even imagine my mother being label as any of these things
But yet, it’s what we refer our women as today
Making them self conscious of their weight
Causing them to inflict pain for some petty boys gain
Put yourself in their shoes and see if you can function the same
Huh, of course you can’t
You truly aren’t capable of suffering what a woman has to withstand
But you see it’s this piece of a puzzle that’s missing in a woman
And that woman may feel the need to fill her missing puzzle
Stooping so low she drops her standards for a man
Which then results in the abusive words
The yelling the screaming
The physical cruelty
The mental scrutiny
What ever happen to that happy little girl?
She was so joyful
So innocent
Yeah, that’s what it was
It was innocence
The innocence of a woman that has been taken and misused
Causing her to feel like she has to suffer this abuse
She can’t grasp her emotions
She feels a certain devotion to the man that broke her spirit
And when he’s done using her innocence
She’s left with no type of commitment
She wants to love and be loved
But she’s scared
And for good reason too
I mean imagine trying over and over and over again
And just losing yourself each time you succumb to this man
She’s tired of being hurt
And it’s all due to the incapability of this man to grow up
But he’ll learn eventually
Because that little girl
Could be his wife
Maybe his mother
He’ll soon realize the games he’s played has surpassed his unconventional ways
And at the end of it all
It’s him whose gonna take the hardest fall
Because you see when you start to mess with a woman’s fate
When you lust instead of love
Fuss instead of trust
The guilt that eats you up is intangible
It’s indefinable
You can’t accurately explain what you feel
You just know that whatever it is has caused your heart to feel surreal
And it’s in the heart of a man where the most pride stands
So the pain of a woman
I can never comprehend what she feels
But I can attest to this
When her heart is free
Everything else in the past seems so unreal