I feel sick to my stomach.
Alien, awkward, large.
Pink pearls in the pools of my collar bones.
Sworn to protect my dainty womanhood and hide my big hands, big feet, big mouth.
Quiet cool girl.
Likes what I like girl.
No opinions, gnarly gushing rash on her back.
Can you flip me over?
Does what you want,
Says sexy things.
Not smart things.
Sworn to protect my dainty womanhood in
Tight clothes and rouge.
Sworn to decimate what makes her whole.
Men don’t really like women, but their womb.
They have friends to impress, their own rigid role to defend...
The spirit portal that brings them pleasure.
The porno moans that bless his ears and make him feel strong.
Watching my mother dot on concealer... as she is a knight of shining femininity just like me.
We’ll pick out blush in the supermarket,
And I’ll remember why I am destined to play these thespian roles.
Destined to be a sham sheet for all of eternity.