An angry man asked where I was from. I replied, I’m from mud. The mud told me I communicate well until I have something to say. I told the mud that didn’t make sense. The mud replied, sense gets in the way.
The street was covered with them. One man was upset and ignored his wife. All men are the same. Have you ever wondered how that makes a young boy feel? Especially if heard when spoken with anger or hatred? Imagine those words even slightly pointed at the boy. Or, do you not care, just like all women.
It Hurts When I Speak