There's no point
Just being a pretty face
For people to gawk at
And laugh thinking about what they wanna do to me
In their bed, at night,
Under the sheets, all rosy and nice
A porcelain doll
Waiting for guys to touch and feel me
As if I am just a toy
Wide open
My fruits
Open and bare
Or
Wild and dangerous, hidden deep below the surface
Then,
They just do a hit and run
While I lay on the flat surface of the cold, hardened floor
Thinking someone would just pick me up again
In this cold, cold world
Of male superiority
And
The real patriarchal system
