This Is My Liberation
Form fitting and festive in your Halmark inspired Holiday attire you're serving all the citizens your second best wine to keep the best for the rest of yourself that hides behind a thick fur coat.
You used to think you'd be an artist someday but now you sit around and smoke your funds away.
Oh, hopelessly heartless they've sucked all the seduction and inspiration from your veins.
I am the nightmare that the feminists warned you about.
They told you, "Girls like her think they're equal to men. Girls like her think they're ugly so they fuck any Tom, Dick, or Harry that comes their way and they're gonna die someday because they're needy and they're clingy and they're just plain dumb."
I am the woman your father wishes you would date if only so he can get closer to me.
Lolita's aborted fetus; I'm living on candybars and cigarettes.
You're right, I'm a liar.
You're right, I'm a fraud.
You're right, I'm a big sell out.
You're right, I'm a stupid broad.
I'm fat and ugly and completely useless.
That is what you wanted to hear?
I'm hungry and hurting and too tired to be ruthless.
Oh, yeah, I'm the fucked-up-feminist of the year.
I have pleuresy.
I'm a sore sight to see.
So fuck me.
Maybe it'll make things make sense.
I doubt it.
I doubt it.
I doubt it, dollface.
I'm just not worth your precious trouble.
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