The Perspective of a Man (poem) Jul 20, 2015 8:37:37 GMT -5 Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostMemberGive GiftBack to Top Post by Jennifer on Jul 20, 2015 8:37:37 GMT -5 She was my property and to this day that remains true.I have just temporarily thrown her away for a toy that is new. But she is still mine, a doll waiting to be controlled.Her feelings do not matter so I’m free to act cold. She is my puppet, awaiting her command.And she’ll happily do all that I demand. She will not fight me when I push her down,Tear away her clothes as I rip away her crown. For she is not the Princess that I led her to believe,And now she will not argue as I turn to leave. She will merely wait like the bitch I trained her to be,Wondering uselessly what she did to anger me. For she does not know all the tales I’ve spun.All the things in secret that I have gone and done. The girls that I’ve toyed with. The hearts that I have shred.The pain that they’ve suffered and the tears that they’ve bled. She naively believes every word that I’ve said,Even when I beat her and left her their for dead. For I heard her bones crack and I saw her cry,But it does not matter for I am a guy.