my creator

what kind of man

what could i be?

afraid of everyone i meet

lie forever

afterthought

some are men

and some are not

and love

what could i stand

if there's my

was there your land

lie forever future

but here i stay and here i am

and who but you?

what could i know?

to follow with me far below. my protect and servitude

and crippling dependency

what kind of woman would i be

if i refuse what's asked of me?

some lines can turn you

some names will never be forgot. my body can

but i cannot

i'm sorry

mommy

i cannot.