I don’t get to call her a whore
Because feminism loves her more
And it would just be a slut shame
To mark her by that name 
But somehow I feel she sold out 
To paper over your doubt
And build a bridge with you
That she would stand on too 
And you are on the brink
Of what I daren’t think 
To be true
But I can’t be that for you 
Not anymore 
Every closed door 
Is an opening to something else 
And your mental health
May be a heavy weight
But I don’t give in to hate
Like the people sing
I believe in Martin Luther King
And what he said about a low down trope 
And I’m glad she helps you cope
Like your drug of choice
And you try to silence my voice
Because it is too much truth for you
You let me in, what do you want me to do
Just lie to you to keep you sweet
I saw you the day that we meet
And the garden burst into bloom
Like I was the only one in the room 
And we spoke some words
Like they were the only ones you’d ever heard 
And your eyes looked into the dream 
You know the one where I’d never been
And I feel you crawl over my skin
There’s tingles in the rhythm of sin 
And when I gaze into your eyes
You scrunch your nose in mock surprise
And I think “he just doesn’t get it” 
Then he tells me to forget it
Coz there’s no pay at the end of the day
Did you think I was gonna give it away? 

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