LUST. Why will I never be more than just my body? To some white man, washing filthy hands? This isn’t just a phase, are they all like this? So I guess I’ll just shut it off Who looks after your eyes? Who protects your mind? Emotional abuse, you tell me all these lies Who talks to you at 2am, trying to keep you safe? And all I get in return, is a text asking about my face And it’s always brimmed with lust The veins in your arms make me afraid of your strength If I were skinnier, would that make me scarier? For if I were to be as unattractive as your ex You might not be trying to rape me The night that I met you, words that you spoke If you really accounted how much I trusted And your hands at the seam of my black jeans You wouldn’t stop even when I said no Apologize for your crimes, take up your time Busy is my excuse, to not have to fight back I’m exhausted from these tears, light eyes The world I live in, not safe from this pain If I was a little bigger, you’d find me ugly The war-torn body, you call me out She’d be disgusted in the state of the world now So maybe you should think about how The veins in your arms make me afraid of your strength If I were skinnier, would that make me scarier? For if I were to be as unattractive as your ex You might not be trying to rape me The night that I met you, words that you spoke If you really accounted how much I trusted And your hands at the seam of my black jeans You wouldn’t stop even when I said no All mine, you say, lie right to my face Lustful reaction, two-man attraction Just one of the ten girls you’re seeing So that when you lose one, I’m the fallback Twenty more times you call me a cunt So you’re more than me? A whore, a slut It’s not love if you can’t respect me You are not what I want to be