How is it the very thought of my sex is somewhat crooked from the beginning, something to look forward is trouble? An early pregnancy, protecting virtuous femininity, tell her of the dangers, you are fragile you cannot, but still I am so strong that I must carry worries of others, they are given to me as a gift, still I am so strong that my beauty takes me to places, that my looks is my possession and my strength as my weakness and hell. It is not your concern, why would it, but yes hang on me, I’m the mightiest fucking person alive.