it leaves a bitter taste of impression.
of all the taste, that's the one which
should not be associated with me.
I can be coffee, in all its
bitterness,
only few could appreciate
sugar can cause a rush
but I got the kicks needed to feel alive:
awakened senses.
Don't call me 'sweetie'
I know that tone: condescending.
when I'm right, tell me.
but not after a long arduous
argumentation.
I am putting my best in this battle.
I know I'll win the war.
don't cheat by conceding.
it's not me you're appeasing.
it's your ego you're mending.
and I am far from pleased.
I want a sincere
admission of defeat.
Don't call me 'sweetie'
I don't pee honey nor shit gold.
I shit the same shit of worst,
and sweet is not
what my discharge should be called.
I am not a taste.
Not even a figure of speech.
I am a person. Literally.
No endearments can change that.
Don't call me 'sweetie'
no endearments please.
I am not a dear.
not to you who calls me 'sweetie'
because it makes me soft and weak in your
eyes.
I am not a 'sweetie'
nor will I ever be.
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