Stuck O The Butt Poem by kwane Lamb

I cry from deep within my soul
For humanity, which is
So ugly and so bold.

Something I live and
I am not told,
To each other we are so cold.


God has given us a choice
We all have our own voice
Be it right or wrong.

The unsung heroine's song
We must sing
Ring, ding, ding.

The rhapsody of woman/kind
How it blows the mind
Yet so very, very divine.

Woman, woman so fine.

From the pits of her
Inner/self she sing
Her song.


Respect me man with ye'
Organ of taste.
Woman is all man can be
With no waste.

But, notice man continues to mistreat woman.
The will of woman/kind,
Her gentleness,
Her mind,
Her sheer delight.
Her share...

Restrain, the woman who cares
Bind her bring her to the grotto.
Her soul she will give,

For man to live.
Woman is cool, calm and collective
Under pressure still.

Going into death...
To give life
Woman, girl or wife.

Her hand someone need hold,
Without ever being told.

Woman, woman... a (God) gift,
Pure Gold.
An impelling force her source,


Deep,
Deep,
From the gut,
And with all else man is stuck...

On the butt.