you've got me on a leash so it's more appropriate when you call me a bitch
'good girl' you tell me when I don't talk back
like I'm a pet, obedient at your feet
exactly where you want me
you think calling me pretty is a one way ticket
through the gate between my legs
you think my existence is a one way ticket
through the gate between my legs
you eat from my fruit until there is nothing left
fruit turned sour from the venom on your tongue
you hollow me out like the women on your computer
I don't recite hymns like they do
when your daggers carve away
at the pulp of my being
a kingdom overthrown
is this any way to treat a queen?
or does a crown only sit atop my head
when the view of it is palatable to you?
when it doesn't make you feel like you've lost control?
my power is a threat to you
a mutilation to your masculinity
and yet I'm the bitch?
-kenm 02/21/21
yet another vent piece, not revised
