Decadence

When were you told,

she looks pretty, touch but don’t hold.

When were you told,

that’s it, go for it!

When were you told,

look at my dick, you gotta be bold.

Friendships.

Who are you, to be told,

I am not good enough, I won’t be whole.

Who are you, to be told,

I look like this, I walk like this, I smile like this, I have dreams;

so, I can’t be my own.

Anchor.

What is that object?

Pulling me upwards, but pushing me to subjects.

Feminism, Social Change, Southeast Asia, Trauma,

Seminars.

Chaos as a theory, 

Now, that’s gory. 

What is this pain, so abject!

Killing me willingly,

Without mercy, without irony,

Friendships.

I had enough of it.