Sometimes I feel like an aged whore
Men only want me for a shag
Nice bed.I’ll nail it later.
Like nothing happened merely past the bedhead look
My features won’t betray the truth I wear on my sleeve.
And other adversities
Is my sexuality all I have to offer?
Give it some clout
No need to rinse or buffer.
Mantras ‘you’re good enough
Don’t manifest a reality I wish to create
Rage & anger
Stupidity & tears
Self-hatred has become an overdue break up with that same old date.