“Take me dearest,
I’ll be your princess,
Even your mistress,
Whatever you want”
Can you see my ribs?
Should I resume throwing up?
Until you see my bones
At the funeral home
Oh Mrs. Reed won’t you sit properly?
Smile pretty and bow
Get down on your knees
When a gentleman’s around
“Hey Mr. Dean
Always tidy and gay,
Would you please, oh please
Enlighten my way?”
“You’re right, you’re right
Oh forgive me, Mr. Rose
Pardon my mouth for saying
Things you didn’t want to know”
You say I’m ugly when I’m sober
Do I look prettier in your bed?
I’m concerned that you will leave me
For one of your special friends
“Hit me, hit me, I was so wrong
You’re lovely, lovely, when you’re drunk
I won’t talk to anyone
Just don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t”
Loneliness biting, homeless child
Hormones escaping, raging hands
Ways out, one way, no way back
Cake, ring, new jail to be found
Those heels keep rolling down the hill
These tears keep falling out the window
This mouth is drying out
From being raped, from being shut
The mind is locked up in a room
Inside a house with mops and brooms
The heart is just there to beat and barely,
Irradiating solitude, gloom.
This, not an ode to feminism
Not an “f” you to all men,
Just a reminder for the dickheads
Who abuse their so called strength
Women aren’t pets
Toys with which you play
We’ll let you drown, kick you out
Don’t touch what you can’t grab.