vrijdag 26 juli 2024

Fuck you, I'm ok!

I see your eyes in the porch light

Hungry to make me eat your words.

Fever struck and muscles tight

You tell me that my existence hurts. 


Hurts the world and hurts the dollar.

Hurts the children and their fathers. 

Hurts your eyes when you see me follow

Sapphic love stories right down into hell.


I might be fat but I won't swallow

Anything that you have made.

I'm spitting out whatever shallow

Opinions are drowning your life.


Does it hurt that I don't want you?

Are you so used to 

Being the main character,

That me just living my life

Makes you think you lose 

Another girl to fantasize to?

Are you hurt that girldick

Trumps a manly manhood? 


My cunt drips fire and truth.

I'm not a girl just because you need me to.

And I won't shrink because you want to

Bend me over and fuck me,

Fold me over to your will,

Tits spilling over, shaking and heavy,

You over run and ready to spill.


I am wanted and you hate it.

Because you're not wanted the same.

You watch my body as it cascaded

On to her, and you masturbated

Your hate all over your screen.


I'm a living reminder to you,

That you are not my life at all.

I'm a living reminder to you

That you can't make everyone small.


Every part of me is a big Fuck you.

My gender,

My curved spine,

My sexuality is a fuck you,

And my fatness will eat you.


As my wheels prepare to bury you away.

My cane to batter on your reign.

Mobility weapons ready to go.

I want you to remember and know:


You won't make my disabled pussy cum.

It knows how to be loved well.

Your rise and swell

Won't move my mountains,

Will never make you feel strong.

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