You cannot twist my truth
bend it into
a sleaze story
that accompanies drinks.
I refuse to be a number
I refuse to be a shadow
I refuse to be an hour long pleasure.
You add sugar to my name as you
rehash the numerous times
I fell flat on my face
keep your doormat treatment
keep that shrunken ego
that you try to grow at my expense
I refuse to be a mere moment in time.

The simpering girl,
forever immersed in distress
makes you feel like a man.
Being a man is no feeling,
you either are or you are not
I refuse to be the only reason
why you wear pants.