Solicit me, I will wear a miniskirt in winter.
I was raised to comply
to cooperate
to smile when told to scrape a plate
to lie on a bed of nails
to look into your eyes when you told me
"This is not what I asked for.
No, not this."
I was raised to accept things
offer it up to a god made of plaster
(it sounds pagan, right?
but I think they just wanted to give a face to the name.)
I was raised to swallow, to avoid a mess
and destroy the evidence.
Like everyone before me, I was chosen to get fucked by America.
But I saw no amber waves
no purple mountains
no america! america! fuckme.
It didn't need to be told twice.
I was filmed and changed my name
into something more comfortable.
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