I’m Glad We Had This Talk.

Why must i be you

For you to take me seriously?

Lower my pitch-wear more- “dress” less?

Short hair like yours

To define my intellect?

I am Me- with tinted lips- unlike yours

Breasts adorning my chest- unlike yours

This slit between my thighs is not a wound-(It is a vagina…for fuck’s sake.)

So don’t you treat it like a gapping hole to fill.

I may be what You desire.

You may be what I desire too…

But if all that i ever invoke in you is desire…

Then I believe it is a shame,

There’s more than a system to blame.

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