Cause we’re not allowed in public, not really.My mom thinks everyone is enamored with my beauty,But I know they are surprised to see one of usLiving. Outside is a stage & I’m a pretty player.I love what I see on the other side of myself.A man tells my mother he couldn’t take the doll,Because my heels, my legs, my tattoos stoppedHim from looking me in the eye. He wants to meetMe, to apologize for eating me from my sole up.He’s the worst I’m aware of, but not alone in lust-Filled gaze givers. All I want to tell my motherAbout me. How they like my parts. She thinksI’m unclockable until I speak & I know she’s tryingNot to blame me for any danger I dodge. DesireIs in the eye of the beholder, but I live in the emptyHands of discombobulated bastards. DisintegrateIn their salivating. I am shards of selvesThey wish to suck between their teeth.
