I began as the other
I was an innocent, I loved without reason
But after all these years
I still reek of being another.

Men catch the whiff
In my perfume, my sweat, my phlegm, my viscera.
Should I bathe again ?
I can't seem to get this stink off!

They want to touch me, feel me, caress me
But they don't want to love me.
I am the Mistress

I am the season that's always about to end
I am the burnt out cigarettes and the scars on my thighs.
I am the Mistress
Everybody just wants to touch me
And never be mine.