I’m no princess
I’m pampered with a bar of chocolate
I bought myself
I don’t feel special
When you use a universal term of meaningless sentiment
To substitute my name
Gifted to me from birth
I don’t feel special
When you call me different
Only to categorize me by my hurt
Or when you save me on your contact list
As Bae the 23rd
Or whistle at my presence I took an hour to construct
Or text me an eggplant as a form of greeting
Or a peach and a set of hands
I never know if you’re objectifying my body
Or giving me ingredients I can’t cook
Or suggesting dietary changes
Despite your infatuation with my width
Let’s pretend you respect me enough
To not have to twerk for your attention
Or do a split to give you something to brag about
In the company of your peers
Or stamp your name on my left cheek
To make you feel unforgettable
Irreplaceable
Irresponsibly loved by me.
Take me seriously
Or you can’t have me at all.