Who could discern beyond those feminine niceties
The viles and guiles of the ‘Fairer’ sex;
Beneath that veil, who would see the seething tigress
Ever on the prowl, will be the banished queen
To reclaim her throne, her prowess;
She will undo another woman, oust her being
To entrap the man, not her belonging
To seduce him, into dark fantasy,
Its another’s man gone adrift, tangled in a spider’s web
What a woman weaves, in wanton wickedness;
The whim to covet another woman’s
when the feminine turns feline
Would she be the deprived or the depraved?
the treacherous trail a woman can tread,
Who would know or read
But her own kind,
The worst enemy to find
Beneath that smile, that silence
Is the simmering storm
Ever to wreak havoc, to lay the ‘weak’
The wrought empathy ‘twixt two women
What fairness of the “fairer” does it bespeak?
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