Shame is a woman’s work

And I’ll try to do a good job. To make you proud.

This is what I’ve been fighting for, a chance to be what you want of me.

Heaven is the pretty young thing,

Doe eyes looking up at you, mascara weighing down lashes

Lipstick in midnight passion tasting like cherry and stella and chemicals to keep fresh

And there’s a phosphorus glow from the gentleman’s club and I want to go in, not to work but just to watch from a corner, to think about what it’s like to bend so far without breaking, to watch the girls glitter, to see how good of a show they can put on.

I’ve always wanted to be pretty.

I still want to be pretty, even with the bitter taste of revelation in my mouth. You will never love me, never love anything as much as you love yourself. You don’t want me, you want what I give you. But oh, I want to give it to you. Everything and anything. 

All you have to do is ask.