There's no point

Just being a pretty face

For people to gawk at

And laugh thinking about what they wanna do to me

In their bed, at night,

Under the sheets, all rosy and nice

A porcelain doll

Waiting for guys to touch and feel me

As if I am just a toy

Wide open

My fruits

Open and bare


Wild and dangerous, hidden deep below the surface


They just do a hit and run

While I lay on the flat surface of the cold, hardened floor

Thinking someone would just pick me up again

In this cold, cold world

Of male superiority


The real patriarchal system