Who I am
What I think
Does matter to me sometimes
Somewhere
In the reality
Where I don't swallow pain
For breakfast like a
Vitamin-full smoothie
Every time a dagger strikes my
Center—the heart
The truth that dare not
Show its face
The unspeakable horror
Of being with me every day
Even knowing what carnal
Secret came with the
Passionate personality
But the sugar and spice
Seems to me the only truth
Men want to hear from
Me—that their reality
Is better than mine
The latest upgrade
To the relationship
Showroom floor
And Big Al
Sells 'em all—new, used
Refurbished
All that matters is the
Price you pay
And that once your soul is
Bought and paid for they can
Throw you down wherever you are
One more piece of meat
The world owes them.

Chop chop chop
Little chips of
Resolve fly
At every blow
Until
Surrendering
Is your idea
And you are broken
To the bridle & bit
Docile
Broodmare
Mommy
Sperm receptacle
Milking cow
And you get another
Notch on the
Bed post
For your trouble
Two if it's a girl
Who's a chore.