objectified
objectified
how
getting a way
and another's way wasn't yours
subjugating all those around
not on your side
we are bullet ridden
already a privacy
obscene
the torn hold of my boy body
you wont let grow
so small and unfit
distorted work, strength
abnormal and feminine
putrid wrath
motherly paint
language from darkness
i am fragile ornament in your hands
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