The W's

Why is the women's touch as tactile as a razor's cut and a feather's tail?

Where along the way a request came for a nail to puncture a blood's veil?

Which of us have the skin, plated this deep thick, to be with a prick, just to produce our kin?

Who in their right mind could have ever called them weak, when both the woman's love and rage destroy worlds?

What's left to ask?