Men treat women like a box of Skittles.
Red, green, orange, yellow, purple, pink...
I understand that we are all beautiful
In our own ways
We come in different shapes
Sizes
Colors
Cultures
But just like a bag of Skittles, men pick out and eat up the deliciousness, and sweetness of the candy that is also a woman's essence and femininity
They take whatever Skittle they want and eat it and shit it out
The taste only brought one satisfaction and only for a second
Once it's used, it's forgotten. On to the next color, flavor in the box
I don't wanna be a Skittle