Jennie Frost

I'M NOT BUTCH ENOUGH FOR YOU, PETER PAN
 

I’m not femme enough, either.
I can’t bottom for you, Peter Pan.

Don’t have a dick to top you with,
only this body I’ve always had,

the one that’s getting too old for you,
Peter Pan, the one that’s too round.

I’m not butch enough for you, Peter Pan,
not butch enough for myself.

I wish someone would call me a dyke, Peter Pan,
I wish someone would call me their man.

When you imagine me naked, Peter Pan,
do you imagine me hard? Do you

imagine me wet? Do you imagine
me hot for you, Peter Pan, do you

want me to be hot for you, Peter Pan?
When you feel my chest, Peter Pan,

do you want there to be muscles,
or are these breasts good enough for you, Peter Pan?

Can you tell who I am underneath all this fat?
Can you tell who I’m not?

Would you want me, Peter Pan, if I was a girl?
Would you want me if I wasn’t anything at all?


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