i was designed to be your perfect little doll with the most tender smile. but something went so wrong, it grew as i gained age. my body is a cage, that hides my wounded soul. it doesn’t fit at all, in carcass so petite, the spirit of a man, of poet filled with grief. but i have silky hair, my eyes are always warm, my smile was made this rare for you to lust, to want. men are the conquerors, i’ve learned my lesson well. i should obey you more — therefore your flesh would swell. part legs at your command, shut up, when you desire. men want and men demand. they’re not judged by attire. they always see me wrong, despite of what i say. so i confess in songs to live another day.

11.11.2023.