Trendy, it is
to be unattached.
Just *******,
nothing else to it.
It simply is-
just *******.

I can ****
whoever I want
whenever I want
because that's what ******* feminism is, right?
To use my ******
and my body
in any way I
******* please.

My *****, my choice, right?

I can flash my ****,
show everyone my piercings-
and then demand respect.
Because that's what feminism is, right?

My body, my choice.

No.
My body, my ******* church.

When the **** did love go out of style?

All these trendies
just *******-
making just ******* a style,
persuading everyone to think it's ******* great
to expose your deepest self
to someone who doesn't even know
how you take your coffee.

All these ******* can't
**** me
the way a ******* lover
can love me-
blow my *******
brains out
shoot me to the *******
stars
tie me up
suffocate me
in the most intoxicating feeling
that'll make your *****
tingle
in jubilant joy-
make you never wanna ****
with any other
******
because they can't shoot you to the ******* stars
in ******
the way that love can.

****** is more than just
*******.

When the **** did it become cool to give little pieces of yourself to all the little ******* who never could make you come?

When the **** did it become cool to stop loving?
To stop caring?
To stop respecting?

Your body, your choice
Your *****, your choice
Your ****, your choice.
Your life, your choice.
But nothing is as good as love is-
nothing can make you feel better
like a good lover can.
Nothing can bring you up,
make you shine,
build your respect,

and *******-
as good
as good love can.