Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, love, pleasure
Procreation.
Aphrodite, oh Aphrodite
Tell me with your voice of pure sweetness
Raw honey.
Why is it when you cry
The men all smile.
You are saddened, distraught, dreaming of death
But they still call you beautiful.
You are drowning in your tears,
Your sorrow. While,
They are drowning in your garden of orchids.
They overlook your melancholy.
Your tears serve no purpose to the man.
They drip on his shoulder, and he grabs your face, wipes them away with his forceful hand,
“beautiful women have nothing to cry about”
Aphrodite, oh Aphrodite,
Don’t you know
The sweetness of your voice only matters to them
Because they love the taste
Not the sound
Your purpose is to love and to be loved.
They don’t care for your intellect
They only care for your willingness
To lay on their chest
Spill your honey on their lips
Aphrodite, oh Aphrodite
About the Creator
Jessica Portnoy
love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
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