My Creator

What kind of man, what could I be?

Afraid of everyone I meet

Lie forever, afterthought

Some are men

And some are not

And what to feel?

What could I stand?

If there's my land

Was that your land?

Lie forever, future plans

But here I stay and here I am

And who but you?

What could I know?

To follow with me far below

My pretense and servitude

And crippling dependency

What kind of woman would I be

If I refuse what's asked of me?

Some lines can turn you, others rot

Some names will never be forgot

My body can, but I cannot

I'm sorry, mommy

I cannot