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GOOD GUY

You say
You're a good guy




So I'm asking, please,
Don't.

Don't bore me with lies 
About what you see in my eyes. 
Don't tell me I'm pretty, gorgeous, or fine. 

First I don't care 
and second words, like those, 
Aren't worth a dime.

Instead,
Take NO for an answer,
THE FIRST TIME!

Say I'm strong, witty, or wise.
Ask and admire what I've done with my life.

Set fire to my brain
To ignite the fire in my veins

Stimulate me. 
Don't educate me.
Respect me,
Don't protect me!

Infantilizing,
Minimizing,
Sexualizing,
Objectifying.
Excusing,

Instead of apologizing

AFTER YOU ASSAULT ME!



Weary

begging

YOU

to....... hear.......  me....... 


BUT


You don't.


You don't see ME
you see my body.
You don't know ME
You know the image on your screen.
A hollow caricature of your dreams.

To you, I'm meek and mild. 
Just a thing.

My opinions,
Don't matter.

Instead,
You want me to think what you think.

You yell and scream.
Until I'm flattened in submission.

I try to be friends
but you don't listen.

I try to forgive
but you continue 
hammering, yammering and clamoring
to get your way.

You're right.
I'm wrong.
You say.

"Don't." I squeak again

before

THE END

Now,
I ignore your calls,
 And texts,
Ignore it all. 

Because
You're a good guy.

 You SAY.







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