i am not just another blond chic

i don't make deals

i don't make men

happy just to satisfy their manifestations and

power trips

they can take a trip to a

feminist reform school

whip them into shape

strip them of their clothes

their dignity

i can use my mind as

well as my body

to seduce

to play games and

screw bolts into hollow heads

twisting and grinding

sound familiar?

you can open yourself up

to invasion and

swallow lies from

the river

i can flood your intellectual reservoirs

they can only hold so

much pain is to be

"suffered in silence"

mama always said

mama wasn't a woman

of many words

i am not her little princess

anymore