He Puts Her on a Pedestal and She Goes Down on It Bitch by Elizabeth Wurtzel
He adores everything about me
It is only a matter of time
Before he fashions me a box
A pretty white pedestal
So I could stand and pose for him everyday
Show me off to the world
Keep me out of reach from anyone but him
Dependency and slavery have a fine line
It matters on the size of the box
And I am a mini revolution within this body
So I did what any good girl would do
When they face the guillotine
I went down on it
Break down each expectation
Rage war upon his boundaries
For I never promised domestication
I never promised silence
For he gave me a perch and a cage
He adores everything about me
Except the person that I am
So I will show him how fire dances
Burn him with my words
Scorch him under my gaze
Singe my value into his skin
Tattoo his skin with my history, my now and my future
Then ask him if he still adores me
Love me enough to break this pedestal he fashioned for me
Take away this cage and embrace the fire coursing through my veins
For I have a mini revolution in this body
Evolving and changing
Redefine outlines including his
For I am a living creature
Not a statue standing silent to collect false praise and dust
Poetic Trials 