 Hermissenda NudiBranch, Vancover Island, BC. Photo by Bev Dulis waterworksdesign.net |
| By Andie Holman selfish puppeteers ten young men with self-indulgent ways twist the strings a little tighter those fooled will start to sway I believed your spoiled filth oh, damaged goods you sighed aware of your influence over me you poisoned with a friendly guise it pained you all to watch me bloom knowing none would touch your ground giving a chastity belt of shame you curse all the pleasures I’ve found you planted the seeds of guilt and disorder I was so beautifully green awkward in my fresh young flesh you rob me of a sensual dream you resent me for what I do to you I am unavailable skirt all of your frustrated wants stain my soul with intentional hurt I recognise your reptilian tribe cold men with rough lust eyes no care for my thoughts or longings at all your gaze burns my vulnerable thighs I couldn’t understand the rules It took years to see your game keeping score of unsuspecting girls another notch in your sick belt of fame your undeserved authority has come to an end I reclaim what is rightfully mine the truth released from invisible chains I honour my powerful sweet shrine ++ |
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