Narcissism
“I love you,” I love owning you.
“Sorry,” But I’m not really sorry.
I will never change I won’t change
The way I think about you, My beak is too much of a brightly colored pink
For your talons are too sexy a sharpness For you to hurt my ego.
And you hold me down like no other Though I have the better ability to fly
I will never treat you like the prey Though I am secretly the predator,
And I don’t know it, nor do I care You are too dreary a human being,
your forehead is too big for your skull But it’s not all about you and how you feel.
It’s about me, Me, me, me
This is the survival of the fittest, The bitchiest, the richest.
Honey, I’ll keep it streamlined, After I’m through with you,
I’m still more suitable for courtship. I can have another girl like that!
You females are drab and jealous. You can never live without me.
April Frances Federico is an up-and-coming poet, journalist, activist, and visual artist. She has a specific ardor for women's rights and Title IX issues. She is a huge literature nerd studying Creative Writing with minors in Arts Management and Visual Arts at Roger Williams University. She is also the voice behind The April Diaries and her work has been published in Rose Quartz, Ayaskala, honey & lime lit, Kissing Dynamite, Satin Soulbits, and HEAL(er) Mag.
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