go ahead, stare—it’s free of charge!!!
their eyes dissect me, like im a work of art.
they call it beauty, i call it crime,
a gallery of pieces they want from my spine.
they say “blue eyes, just give us a smile,”
i wont listen, its just not my style
they love to yell, trying to flaunt
like they can buy me if they want
nights ahead, im on display,
like a little doll with nothing to say.
as long as they know, ill never obey,
this cage is pretty, but ill never stay.
im not a prize, im not there prey,
they mistake my silence for foreplay.
they praise the art but not my mind,
a hollow gesture wrapped in lies.
it not the story, it’s just my face,
a little doll they like to showcase
they tell themselves they’re helping me,
im not a charity or a fucking trophy.
they think their words make such a big deal
they paint my freedom as something unreal.
they say im lucky, a jewel in a crown,
but im just waiting to burn it all down.
go ahead, put me on display,
like a little doll with nothing to say.
as long as they know, ill never obey,
the cage is pretty, but ill never stay.
they wanted a bird that sings on cue,
but my song’s a scream, in my own tune.
they buy my book like they buy a drink
a shiny prop to make people think
theyre deep, theyre kind, something real,
but i know the game, i know the deal.
they call me “beautiful,” while i drown
it’s not my story keeping them around.
im not an object and im not a prize,
degrading me behind their eyes
why buy the book if it’s just for show?
they’ll never read the words i wrote
they want the doll, the painted face,
but my art was born in a darker place.
im porcelain, but i won’t break—
i know how much of it to take
so on most nights im on display,
like a little doll with nothing to say.
don’t forget, im not here to stay,
the cage is stumbling, ill burn it away.
im over it
11/15/2024
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