~ . Sir . ~

Excuse me sir,
if I might move in a bit quickly.
Maybe you won't be comfortable with my phase.
But bare with me.
Just like she had to do with you.  

Excuse me sir,
If anything I say might be a bit out of the ordinary,
maybe I won't even respect your integrity.
But bare with me.
Just like she had to do with you.

Excuse me sir,
If anything I say hurt your high head,
maybe I'll even get you knocked of your horse.
Maybe your horse was just as high as your whore?
Did it sting?
Bare with me,
just like she had to do with you.

Excuse me sir,
the questions starts to fall out,
maybe I am in the wrong too.
It might have not been you,
It might be a sir close to you.
But bare with me,
just like I had to do with you.
 
Excuse me sir,
but times have changed,
and more changes shall begin.
Because when the daughters of our world grow up,
You will excuse yourself sir,
when spoken of how you damage young girls souls.
Kill young girls integrity.
When you treat your wife as a slave,
Son as a stud,
Daughter like a flower.
 
Maybe one day, sir.
What if you'll be man enough to admit your own faults.
What if maybe, men will unite and one day ask us for forgiveness.
Maybe one day, you'll see that we all are born with a blank slate, equal value.
Because somewhere between being a princess and a whore something went wrong.
 
Excuse me, sir. 
a tutor once told me, 
"Through out life you will have to face the consequences of your actions"
So, sir, 
unless you have any arguments for me, 
how is it so, 
that men never face the consequences of their actions,
but women die because of mens attractions. 
 
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