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
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Author:
maydanae (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2026 21:11
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Comments1
Powerful, hard and to the point this poem lays it out take it or leave it. Nicely done
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