I got the boy.
The boy is mine.
Tell your girlfriend.
You're my competition.
I need to be loved - wanted - touched.
Your man - my man
My life is a journey to win the biggest prize.
To have some handsome man gaze into my timid eyes.
My value is consumed by the product of your affection.
I exist no further than the strength of your opinion.
I am your body to be molded.
Am I beautiful to you?
Do as you wish.
My eyes see only as far as you stand.
I am surrounded by beauty - real honest beauty
But my vision is obstructed.
You must be my destiny.
How tiny.
How insignificant.
To implement the narrowness of hetero-normative desire as the basis of life.
