It's something physical. 
It's a conditioned reaction. 
It's something physical.
It's a conditioned attraction. 
But have I finally escaped? 
Will my eyes nolonger rape the innocent womyn, children: humyn beings?? 
Seeing the pain thatit brings. 
Shallow, superficial decision(s). 
Real beauty obscured by my tunnel/ tele-vision. 
But this just in! 
Bikini film at 10:00 pm!! 
The female anchorjust smiles and shrugs it off, "Boys wil be boys!" 
But do really want to beour fucking toys?!? 
And in again, just condone it with a grin. 
Sit back, idlychat, smile, prove your just a fuck machine. 
Conditioned reaction. 
Conditionedattraction. 
Conditioned suggestion. 
Conditioned rejection.
And yet again, subjecting women. 
The female anchor's fist finally clenched."I'm not your fucking toy!!" 
And thought 
I long to embrace, 
I will not mis-place my priorities: humor, opinion, a sense of compassion, creativity and adistaste for fashion.