Don’t call me your babe
Published in
Jul 23, 2017
I was born from my mother
not your cookie cutter
don’t call me your sugar
trying to reduce me
to a single grain
you say you want to know my name
but you’re not asking me
you’re too busy telling me
that I remind you of this singer
or that actress
and that’s supposed flatter me
to the floor, or to the bed
whichever comes first
and my clothes will fall off
so gracefully
my mouth will open
so readily
only in your fantasies
because I will never be
your babe
you fool in a suit
the power tie’s cute
but, mother fucker
I’m the one who holds
the power of creation
just like my mother
those aren’t cookies in the cutter