foie gras | a poem

girls were willing to destroy themselves

for an idea that they couldn’t afford

*

someone had made me older than I was

and it was my duty to make myself look older

and young at the same time

and keep it that way always

*

girls were escorted en masse into a trap

turned into dolls that would bite each other’s heads off

for the pleasure of their onlookers

*

boys grew older on their cheap seats

girls decayed from the spotlight to the sidelines

discarded and substituted

*

the rot had worked itself into everyday language

casual, unapologetic, invisible, subtle, pretentious

pornography projected onto my skin, misread, unseen

*

told that I’m here to keep men’s attention

embody what they fantasise about

treat women like men treat women

told that I’m here to read men’s minds and desires

and rid myself of my own

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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