I\'m repulsed to hear you speak the way you do.
How you presuppose I want to stay
In serene waters. Stroked, soothed and loved.
I despise your desire to shield me from the fallacious;
The distress, the scary and the despair.
Dear Mother, your protection is pointless.
All I\'ve ever done is suffer in your arms,
Holding me close to your cold heart.
Hard hands rub my back while I cry,
Hard hands beat my back when I lie.
No one does that more than you. Dear Mother,
If you love me so, why do you insist on calling me
A slut. These words are shared between myself and a million.
My self and the others.
Myself and you.
You with your rolls. You with your dirt.
Always wanting to see yourself in me
Or wanting to see me in yourself.
I am not you.
Nor am I yours to protect.
Piss off.
Please?