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

Or

Wild and dangerous, hidden deep below the surface


Then,

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

And

The real patriarchal system