It's not just dirty old men
In public restrooms
And creepy relatives
That sexually abuse me
Its not even limited to
The sexual lovers that break
My heart or disrespect
My body...
Sometimes people can abuse me
With their clothes on
Every time he gets angry that
I'm beautiful
Every time he hates me
Because I won't fuck him
Then they tell me
Still dressed
Under layers of actions
Instead of words
That if I am not for sex
Then I am useless
And if I am not doing my job
My job of pleasing other men
Despite myself
Than I am being a god awful person
And I deserve punishment
I deserve love
And i find it ever difficult
To maintain that truth
When the world is filled
With so many pricks.
