She needs something
To describe her.
She needs a title.
Put her, put her, Place her,
In this hole, or that niche.
Drain her
Just to fill her up again
With your belief
Of what she is.
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Cram her, crush her
Into this or that ideal.
Make her fit
Onto the label.
Change her font
Her size,her hair
Her ass, her eyes.
The ones that taunt and take
The wind out of your sails.
Give her a new name
Because a girl
Even in this day and age
Can’t go around
Naked, without a title.
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Don’t give her too fierce a name
Buy her and give her yours
Bind her to you
So that now you can
Assail her with thoughts
On what you believe
That she should be.
But do not mind
The ever-subtle way
She tells you
What you can
Do to yourself.