I wonder what you are like
when you throw a fit
over my unfair analogies
about sexism
then I'll keep this canned laughter
in my head
to avoid your wrath
which I am sure to classify as childlike
childish
comely
will you step on my back
and treat it like a balance beam
if I ask
yes, step on the scars
and leave footsteps on my skin
so I'll know where to come home to
for soon, your future tears drizzle
in the verge of my forget
when this anvil heart has no choice
but wish for our natural death
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