purpose

For the duration of my time on earth

I have been told I have one purpose

and one purpose alone.

I exist to please a man.

Only one for my entire life, and I do not know which.

If I please him too early, I am a whore.

If I please him too late, I'm lucky to have been chosen at all.

If I choose the wrong one,

Oh well. Too bad, so sad, no one will want me again.

I must be thin in the right places and never in the wrong ones.

I must speak to stroke his ego and only when spoken to.

I have a voice that I can only use to sing his praises

and willpower that I must let wither.

I must dampen my personality so he does not think me too much.

I must give him my all without coming off as a slut.

I must make up my face but cannot express myself through it.

I must degrade my everything at his every whim.

Whatever attention he gives me I must be grateful to receive.

Because even if I didn't want it, it's something I must have asked for.

I am never to show intellect, interest, or anything unbecoming.

I must only live to be exactly as he wants me.

I can never say a word against him if I think he treats me badly.

If he finds another one to his liking, I cannot say a thing.

I must never act like I've been feeling sad lately

Even if a noose looks rather appealing.

This is my purpose, I've been told.

My fate as a woman.

However, I wonder what will become of me

If I deny it all as I grow old.