I am a Mentor.
Not a self-help book you fuck;
Pages strewn on the table
Wooden legs cut \'till you\'re stable
As bonfire flames summon a new firetruck
I am a Mentee.
Not an orphan fawn out of luck:
Oh so helpless, depraved
One whom needs to be saved
By men displaying the head of the buck
I am a woman.
Not a mirror that\'s stuck
Constantly forcing reflection
And in-turn, an erection
Fear the rejection that somehow means \"cuck\"
I am so fucking tired.
So, Jesus Christ do not cry
That you\'re \"only a guy\"!
Fucking wipe off your cum
Do you like me? Or who you can become
When reassurance, attention is always supplied