You call to me
your voice laced with sexuality
that I do not permit,
do not invite.
Your eyes burn —
but not with desire.
Ignited by
something else
more base.
You’re broken.
Stripped of title
stripped of power
stripped of what you think is owed to you
as a man.
You look upon me to reclaim that
to show that you can still be desired
though society throws you to the curb.
Well, I have only one thing to say to you…
Fuck off.
Don’t make me a part of your
power trip
your sick game
your misplaced pride.
Go away.
My body So the next time
wasn’t made you think
so that you to hail me
could use it with your kitty cat claws
to feel better I ask that you
about yourself. think again.
Caia Rose 