How really devoured by disconcert
and immensely vulnerable you can be
against them that make gruesome mistakes
when you change from a child to a man
and blinded by destiny, by the army
a constant indefinable fear gnaws,
while you start to doubt between right and wrong,
and it is difficult to find some truth
and in that tough battle for survival
it is at times as if you are disarmed,
things get totally different meanings,
while you are at full vulnerability
with people that view women as a sideline
who confound sex to an animal drive.
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