What Are You?

When she says no, you don't duress her,

When she says it's vulnerable, you can't tranquil her,

When it's time to leave, you can't forestall her,

What makes you think that women are your chattel?

What did you do to make her certitude you?

What are you? A human or a sadist?

Why do you persecute her? For, you feel supercilious?

Why do you rape her? For your appeasement?

Why do you traumatize her? For, it gives you blithe?

How do you confront in the mirror as a reflection?

How can you overlook the ferocity you caused?

How do you just emancipate after mortifying her?

Don't you have a sister at your dwelling?

Don't you realize the affliction that you have given her?

Don't you have any leniency left in you?

Maybe not, I am just off target thinking you might respond,

As if you could, you wouldn't have committed such cruelty.