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Elementary Truth


The elementary truth: Boys are gross and girls have germs. This is the lesson we have been taught As children. But as we aged We began to Experience the nature of taboo- It is all a deceptive detour That people never get tired of directing, Or following... As boys get older They usually make the Physical and emotional separation While we females Just can't help but smash them together, Making them "one"- One that they are not. Amid this is a Die Weisse Rose With a beautiful thorn- Causing one to bleed pain and sorrow. While leaving a feeling of sate and ecstasy. It is a calamitous war, But all for a great cause, it seems. The female begins fighting herself And sees the extremely realistic depiction of war. Girls arrest themselves In a mental concentration camp During a vicious and relentless war, And tearing of their hearts. In their minds Hitler is still a alive and dangerous Though her eyes see not, the monstrous creature. She then becomes a narrator Searching for truth, Not knowing her own plot Her story, her life, Her path... She wanders aimlessly in her camp, Her head shaved of any pride She once possessed, Starving for a new found affection A survival A false love A prickling rose. And it is all because of the elementary truth: Boys are gross. She gave herself away to the truth Only to learn that it was a lie. Who knew that such a precious Little lie could come to ruin a life. She once clung to it Like a baby to its momma's breast. And even now when her heart heaves She tries to convince herself Boys are gross! But see it doesn't work Because she has come to see reality. And in reality boys are what females crave. They are what girls thirst for, Lose themselves for.... And she has lost herself, Her own voice. Instead, She placed it in the care of The voice of an imaginary teddy bear. But see, if she only knew- Teddy bears were never made to hurt, They were made to cuddle and comfort. So why does her mind envision this guy As the teddy bear of her dreams When of course we know He is indeed not a teddy bear. Oh, elementary truth... You have twisted the hearts and minds Of the females. Oh elementary truth...
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