I won’t to be your princess
I rule my own damn castle.
/I refuse to be your statistic/
I am flesh, blood, bone, human.
Hear me fucking roar.
Don’t make me the object
of your hidden desire, sheathed
neatly, behind excuses
you paint them like I give a shit
or asked for this
or asked for you ––
I fucking didn’t.
It’s not me who begged for the validation
of your desire,
didn’t ask to press my stomach to yours in defeat
at the gravesite where you bury
your secrets like me,
I’m not your therapist,
won’t fix your broken wing
won’t justify myself to you.
for the last time
she will make her bed in defeat
for the first time
she will raise her arms to the heavens instead
She will live
with no justification.