No

I would rather be a lonely queen,

Than have a man beside me,

Feigning understanding

For a warm body to fuck,

And a figure to play

The role of mommy,

Telling me who,

And what I should be.

For what has a man

Ever been to me

In my life,

But a thief, and a destroyer

Of my own joy.

You silence my song

Before I even sing,

Then tell me my laments,

Are misandry,

And nagging.

So no,

You may not come with me,

For if I am to have a voice at all,

I feel I must be alone.

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