Not Prey

I am not prey.

I am not a lost little girl that needs a man to fix her, coddle her or support her.  I am not a girl that needs to be fucked by anything on two legs and I have no desire for it.  Just because I am single does not mean that I am a bitch in heat that wants such lame attention.  

I know how to clean, I know how to cook, I can take care of a child should I need to.  I am the embodiment of female, at times moody, but nurturing, emotional, yet strong.

I know how to work on cars, computers and change my own lightbulbs.  Just because you, as a man have more testerone, does not mean that I can not accomplish masculine things.  I can be one of the boys, logical, cold and capable.

I am a woman in the modern world, I dont need a man to keep me on a pedestal, place me in an ivory tower.  I want to be equal, I want to go out and make my own future.  I dont need a man to tell me how they can make my dreams come true.  If, anything, I want him to watch as I make my own dreams come to life.

I dont need to have children, progeny in a world of violence and insecurity.  I need to be secure myself.    And why is a child so high on your priorities?  It is just the social need to conform, or because of peer pressure, something that should have been lost in the annals of high school?  How can a person take care of a little one when they can not take care of themselves?

Rather than little girl lost, I am fearless and know where I am.