they want you babydoll sweet;
with faces like hearts they claim all for their own
and full lips that just can’t seem to say the word no.
you’re their main course tonight, sweetheart
– and you’re a dish best served warm.

but you are meant for more than a place on a shelf.

be unforgiving and cruel,
just like the world raised you to be.

rip that crown from his head.
claw scratches down snowy cheeks.
scream until your throat bleeds as you cry out for reverence.
let him know that gods demand sacrifice
and your altar has been empty far to long.

USURP HIM – FOR GIRLS WHO MAKE THE PATRIARCHY BLEED | (s.m.b.)