i am as slight as a feather
when you strip me
when you hold me
do you hold my vulnerability or attraction
how could you be so sick

when im faint as a young boy
when im feeble as a young girl
when temperament demands respect
how could you give it

do you like me when im sedated
wound up and medicated
it isnt right to satisfy
the whims of someone so degraded

i wear your shirt and my sweat smells like yours
and suddenly it is now instead of then
if i asked you to be a child with me
would you choose to stay a man

help me then and love me now
how perverted could you be
to seek the parts that make me small
in fragile vulnerability