A Feminist's Take On Men

Been living thirty years, hymen intact;

But until a man pierces it with his rod;

What good am I?

Been living thirty years, lips clean and pure;

But until a man moistens it with his,

What's my worth?

My boobs are so soft and healthy;

But until a man's caresses them it with fingers,

Of what use are they?

Thirty years of my life, untouched, undesired;

Until a man desires me with filth in heart;

Am I any good at all?