I see what you’re doing.
I know that you’re using me.
Do you think that I am too naive to understand your late night phone calls?
That when your full attention in the bedroom shifts to unresponsiveness
I don’t realize what I am to you?
I am a first generation college graduate, first generation graduate student, full time professional, head fucking bitch.
I grew up without a father, not due to lack of love rather lack of luck.
I survive, I persevere, and I make it look effortless.
But don’t you mistake for one minute the value of the person you’re using
the body you’re taking for granted.
The voice on the other line.