
Daddy Issues
Got the prize So I ought to just Bag it Faggot Daddy please I’m just done trynna please You, I cannot comprehend You will not
My body is yours
When I walk down the street
Tell me how much joy you get
When you treat me like a freak
I am a goddess in disguise
Just strange to stranger eyes
That’s wherein the danger lies
I bleed to satiate wicked smiles
Guillotine, embrace me
Nicotine, disgrace free
I’m not worried about smoke
Your loose noose, I might choke
Silicone’s just a joke
For this platinum blonde bloke
My body is for consumption
Your tongue tastes corruption
My mind’s not convolution
Stop seeing low resolution
I swear on this, new resolution
Won’t subject my senses for pollution
The author is bravely dealing with their mental health problems. The poem has been published without any edits.
Got the prize So I ought to just Bag it Faggot Daddy please I’m just done trynna please You, I cannot comprehend You will not
After a day invested so intently in humankind, balancing on a fine rope stretched between love and fear, when it is time for a night
Life Designer: Enabling Lives
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