Rock the Bitch

It may be chilling

To be idol of millions

My few who care...

I do not know the feeling.

World, you do not know me.

Men have their faces

Stuffed in your tits

And it’s easy, there,

Not to look around.

I lack allure of sex,

But I have conviction strength

And words of worth.

I rock the bitch of literature,

So nonetheless, I seduce.

You swoon, I write,

But now few beg.

But with hope, soon

And a touch of faith

On my own part-

It may be chilling.