
Don’t call me your babe
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read
I was born from my mother
not your cookie cutter
don’t call me your sugar
as if to reduce me
to a single grain
I don’t want you to say it
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 couldn’t contain me
in your womb
you are far too weak
to hold the power of creation
I was born from my mother
not your cookie cutter

