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Motherfucking Unicorn.

Let me ask you,

Do you have any regard for me

Beyond the chase?


If I were a meek

weak little thing,

I'd certainly satisfy

your self-awarness

as a man; you could bring

me home to mom

a good girl.


But I am the pegasus,

the motherfucking unicorn

of women; a novelty because

I swear like a sailor

and look like a lady;

Suck your dick while

reciting Beckett



But I am so tired of this game.

So tired of feeding these men

movie lines and cliches.


I am an artwork

I am to be understood

And yet, it's a terribly difficult thing

To let somebody understand you.


So I am stuck and fucked up

by these seething defenses; these

idiot reactions are only natural

consequences to an idiotic situation.


And so onwards,

misunderstood by default

misunderstood for my own sake,

I wander the thistles of a

love life plagued with

uncertainty


I lied when I

praised the vague.


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