When you look at me
Do you see a girl?
Or a toy?Cause when I say no
You get annoyed
So i'm sorry
That you cant enjoy
All the moans from me
Mostly cause I dont want you
To have sex with meBut thats my fault though
Because I should have said no,
get away from me or let go
Something along those lines but
I wontBecause...
I freeze up,
Maybe that's why
My nickname is Icey
I want to say no
But I try to do it nicely soI shutup
Wait for you to ask me
If this is how far
I want you to go
But you don'tYou tell me that this
Is what I'll like,
That the look in my eyes
Scream that I have been
Waiting for this all nightBut thats not it
My eyes are wide because
We are in a public place
I don't like doing too much
In really open spacesThere's too many people around
Anyone could walk by
Thats why my eyes are
Open wide but to you
They scream blowjob eyesYou know
I wont put all men
Into one category but
Most men i've encountered
Have only cared about
What makes them happyThey care about their
Sexual needs,
They care about what makes
Them fucking pleasedAnd see my body
Is not a toy
You think you can sit here
And play with me
Touch me wherever you want
And its supposed to be
Okay with meAnd yes I do get scared
To say no
So i sit there and i let you
Grab my ass when you
Hug me or something elseI just get so speechless
I rehearsed this over and over
In my room
I tell myself if another man
Touches me I'll...I'll say no or stop
I practice saying no so
The next time this happens
I dont stumble on my words
I practice my lines for
When it gets to ShowtimeBut I dont speak...
I go mute
Im not ready for my debut
I'm not ready
I cant communicate
But thats not his problem
Because he's going to do
What he wants anywaysWhere did my voice go?
Why does my throat burn?
I want to say no so badHe doesn't catch my breath
He doesn't save me while i
Am drowning in quicksand
He doesn't ask me
If this is alrightWhen I heard the term
Say less, do more
I dont think it applied to this
Cause you said less
And wanted to do alot moreI am struggling
To find air
I just want to know why
Guys don't ever ask me
What I like or why
They are always thinking about
ThemselvesSo what do I do?
I didn't say no but that
doesn't mean yesBecause if I wanted you to
There would be no
Second guessingI really hope
I got the message throughWhen you see me
Do you see a girl?
Or a toy?Because you play with me
Until you break me
And then you go on
And replace meI'm getting kind of annoyed
I'll try to rehearse it again
And I'll tell myself
All over again that IAm not your toy.
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet