They fear what their eyes see Their masculinity covered in mascara Let rouge and lipstick mask his dick He must want my child Look at those childbearing hips He must want my ass Not my eyes following his, it’s her, It’s round man, womyn, them/there/it Does she have a clit? I can’t find it. They fear what their hearts feel When their eyes see The desire in the mirror.
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