The modern woman

You take for granted the attention you receive. You twist it around to some offense and refuse to see, that the affection you get is worship. Your body is God and everyone prays. To enter your temple, they fast for days. If only I could get an once the respect that you receive. I'd value myself more than the fictional wall you construct and perceive. The peasants all male, they fall to their knees. If I had a p***y, I'd rule to world with my words and make you my sheep.