i didnt get the man eater daddy issues

you know the siren eyes— no man is good enough for me— i’m better than any man daddy issues?

but neither did i got the cute— i like men two years older than me— having a crush on a male teacher daddy issues

or maybe i did? but i just don’t have it in me to portray myself as that precious?

i got the one nobody really talks about daddy issues

you know the self sexualizing— internalize misogyny— daydreaming about getting raped daddy issues?

or maybe you don’t know

i wouldn’t blame you though because who would want to see that on their page

somedays i’m laced with ribbons

somedays i’m filled with rage

just the perfect dosage men prefers

and of course i would know that because if it’s not for them who else would be there to safe me from eternal threat?

i got the common whore daddy issues

the look at me i’m half naked daddy issues

now i don’t think it’s ever fully my dad’s fault

i should start calling it men issues

but hey at least i’m sexy and i’m kind so what men would have the time to look at my flaws

let alone look at my mind

in the end it’s just humanoid fixtures

which can add up to love, care and attention

but maybe for just eyes i should stop taking those pictures

but it’s only pictures how much harm can it cost?

i am so much smarter than that

but i’m a minor who knows the law

i am so much smarter than that

also do you think i’m getting fat?

i like to say i don’t have daddy issues

so they can’t justify my actions and find me as more nuanced and attractive

so i can be better than those girls

because i’ve done ballet at eight

with the tiniest tutu the moms was so concerned

i’ve been one of the boys when i was eleven

because i understand their jokes are just jokes

unlike those girls who are so sensitive

i laugh with them when they accuse a girl of getting assaulted as i wish the attention was on me instead

i’ve been a top student when i was thirteen

while my hobby was reading online books of falling in love with your rapists as i developed it into a fantasy

i’ve been a valedictorian when i was fifteen

and dating the man of my dreams who’ve achieved my thirteen year old fantasies

am i now sixteen with the wishes of them giving me back my girlhood?

perhaps

but still my biggest fears are not men

my biggest fears are laughs

he picked ribbons out my hair as if its his

don’t worry i know i’m in the right lane

i am just so much smarter than this