Am I just ears to listen…
Lips to kiss…
Thighs to grip…
Ass to eat…
Body to watch…
I thought I was human…
A warm blooded creature of the world…
But to you I'm a prop…
A bookmark in the sad story you call life…
I like a porcelain doll fragile and beautiful…
Yet cold and hollow inside…
I want to drink until I'm numb…
Pass the bottle…
Take another shot…
Flood my veins…
Awaken my soul…
Poison my mind…
With delusions that there will one day be…
You and me…
You and I…
I flip words like niggas flip their relationship status…
Master of my own craft…
My genius is in my tongue…
But alas no one hears me…
Because I am only a mannequin…
Only to be seen…
Silent…
And alone…
Mannequin…
