I love when women holla out that men ain’t , this coming from the creatures who got us kicked out of the Garden of Eden over a damn apple, and now I realize that apple had so much more significance, how is that the fruits of my labor are yours with a divorce, how is it because y’all ain’t in a relationship he gets hit for child support, how is it that because you have a vagina, that automatically domestic violence and break ups make you the victim, see it's amazing how you become a part of a system that you once despised, wanting free rides and handouts for your female clout while us men get stuck in an everlasting cycle of simply being told, we aint , I mean it's cool if you wanna reference the bible as you tool, cause it's true, God created you out of the side by taking a rib, but that also means its easier for y’all to puncture our lungs, taking our breath away with displays of holding us back from our kids and ain’t worse than a woman who keep a child from a father who actually wants to be one, you want equality without equal efforts only to add to your ego and subtract from what you actually don’t bring to the table, but yet you wanna eat off my plate, so lets debate(pause), why am I automatically entitled to label you a Queen, because Queens don’t prance around wanting things their way, Queens don’t go astray when times get hard, Queens don’t run away when they get mad, a Queen and King are supposed to be a team, and a Queen don’t get jealous like a peasant because things don’t go well for her in her own personal life, see I learned as a man that one statement holds true, if you look at the mama, in twenty years, that’s gone be her, so if the mama is bitter betty and divorced then trust and believe high class daughter is gonna ride the same horse off into the sunset, and yet still, I love my sisters, this ain’t a knock against all, but a lot of y’all ain’t worth , so if having diarrhea is a side effect of being with you, then I’m cool, cause I’d rather let you go, than be constipated for your ungrateful for the rest of my life