Feminine Receptacle
I lost my youth To marriage A mistake A lot of us make Since then I have grown old Watching various men Pretend Some want to look But never touch In this visual society I am reduced to a fantasy A crystal ball Of mirrors Twisting towards The next sparkle Under the guise Of friendship they Try to dominate me Into insecurity Devalue me A feminine receptacle Of disposable Tissue Some men Just want to hurt Which I get Because I too Would much rather Eviscerate Than stroke A swollen ego Whatever ache you may feel Is my useless love Drowning in the pit Of your divinity I have never been More happy To be single In my entire life