It must have been hard to exit the womb
with your hands clenched so tight
already fighting against walls
that only wanted to protect you
I cannot waltz through these doors,
like you can.
I tried to dance but my legs and my tongue
the rules of nerve centers
your body learns to move because it must.
I am not so invincible to escape the placenta
and the mediocrity of perfection
the pain of god telling me:
accept the emptiness of your vagina.
and Lacan telling me:
accept the emptiness of the words that describe your physiology
escape routes are still closed to me and
My raging hormones
my body's desire
is very open
for you to describe
you learned in text books
adapt me to suit a song
then leave me like you found me
you ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks.