what to do about the woman who knows not her place we have tried so hard to teach her yet she budges not is her concern not with our will her fate in our hands if not her fate perhaps her faith does she not fear us of what sturdy stuff were the men in her life before what greatness or accursedness causes but a sigh is sigh a sign of arrogance what pride could she claim can she not see us above her she is looking up what stars live in this woman's sky that outshine our glare and what darkness covers her soul diffusing our wrath we pummel her with all our might our fists bleed from it she does fall and we do kick her until our shoes tear and when it is over she stands brushes off her clothes but the only blood upon her is from our own hands perhaps it is stupidity everyone knows us everyone knows we are the man except this woman oh god there are more