Hearse

How many times have I forfeited my flesh
For men
How they take without dubiety
The subtle art of a woman's slow deterioration
Before them as inherent
Sacrifice of the feminine to the masculine
And all we have to mend us
Is the promise of nature itself embalming us with pride
Of being the most fuckable girl
In the room.



Credits
Writer(s): Marielena Cartagena
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