dangerous woman; a whore house. no. a brothel. no. just because we choose to show skin and wear our only true protection around our waist doesn't mean we’re less than what you think. clothes don't make the person. soul is what makes the person. our leader? keeper of what’s locked up. our hearts. for a reason. our keys. for a reason. no one can dissect our souls anymore without that key. and most certainly cannot display our hearts as though it’s for sale at an auction for the wicked beings whom once did. where do they show our hearts at? a flea market or a slave market? shouldn’t it have stopped? am i talking about the right or wrong. racism, is what it’s called.