you want me

you want me to be the same
you want me to catch the plague
you want me to close my eyes
you want me to sit down and take it

you want me to fight your wars
you want me to shut my mouth
you want me to listen to you
but i don't want to hear it

you want me to be afraid
you want me to like what you like
you want me to be perfect
but why can't you just want me as i am?

do you want me
or do you want a version of me that
you've invented in your nonsensical teeny tiny mind

do you want me
or do you want someone who is a carbon copy, a generic brand of coffee, a girl who never reads, isn't interested in things besides hair and clothes and make-up, cooking, cleaning, and lying face up or down to take it from you i'm not a man and i understand i can either fight on your side or for myself and i promise i will come out on top but not on top of you

if you want me-
a wild card, a fantasy, poetry mixed with tragedy
all the traits that encompass the real me-
my answer is maybe.