riot-in-the-name-of-those-who-cant-tori-phillips

There is something in the beauty of how women love.
In the way they speak, in the way they touch, how they love so deeply almost to a fault.
To what end does love cause enough unbridled rage in man?
To have no access, no permission to love a woman as another woman can.
When the very thing that keeps women together can easily be torn out of our grasp by vultures in
their self titled thrones.
What will be enough for women to be given the chance to love the way they want to without the
input of man?
What will be enough for women to stop being abused, objectified, mystified like we were never
even human to begin with?
Woman and exploit are not synonymous.
Women were not born to be sold and to entertain those that only prey.
Women are women the second they are born, never allowed to be girls.
Girl means innocence.
Women means someone asking for it.
A question that was never asked to begin with.
What will be enough?
When will it stop?
When do we say enough?
And unleash the female rage they taunt?