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Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Men


They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They'll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They'd make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They'd alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • d nemat (5/15/2006 7:43:00 PM)

    It is hard to come to grips with reality when you're in love, you'll do anything for that person..sometimes you need to take a look at yourselves and make sure no one is taking away your independence..it makes me wonder..Is there such thing as a good man? (One that wants you to rise up instead of being submissive? or is it us women who subject ourselves to this treatment?) (Report) Reply

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