Sexism is darker than a cloudy night without the brilliant light of the moon shining down apon each individual blade of grass. Sexism looks like a cave in which large animals live and bats fly around taunting the passerbyers. Sexism sounds like the screaching halt of cars and the gasping breaths of people right before they crash. Sexism smells like popcorn once it is burnt and stuck to the pan. It fills the whole house with its pugent smell. Sexism tastes like a pill after it disolves in your mouth. The tastes stays with you for hours. Sexism feels like a punch in the stomach. The pain does not go away as quickly as it came, but the memory lasts a lifetime.
Reason for writing:
Just thinking.
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