sex for no money

golden girls
vintage clothes
shimmering in the light
of white boys’ money
honey, 
ok, i’m not funny
i’m trying to say something
but you accuse me
of always wanting to be right
you think i seek attention
but what do you know
about life’s addiction?
some of us constantly live
in a state of
fight or flight
but you think
it’s the style
i’ve chosen
the cause is
my personal affliction
you know no difference
between the freedom of choice
and
the choice to be happy
fluffy
pure
white
polite
i’m not
yes, i am
your breakfast
yet, i’m not
your english muffin
in the science of bluffing
i fail
but can i admit
i try
to be right
for you
but your hang-ups
and lies
your awkward phrases
there are always corners
the perfect squares
you admire
my brekafastless life
i attract
or is it us?
can the hungry be friends
with the blind?
the price of curiosity
is always high
ah
you want to cry
or try to fly
just jump
your white freckles skin
matches the snow
exposed to the sunlight
yet another cold pure
morning
come to the shadow
it won’t give you
clarity
but the fence
i create
to hide from crowd’s
attention
is claustrophobic and
yet
it’s right
admit it!
you always live for
tomorrow
i admire
your intense
yet shallow
constant flow
you and i
create the power
of polarity
instance chemistry
is always right
or does it
really?..

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