Stereotypes

You grab my hand and invite me
Out to the dance of life, hands on my waist
You press my body closer to you, hold me in and whisper
"This needs to be smaller". I shake it off, pretend the words do not phase me and carry on dancing. After that night, we get home.
We sit across each other like lovers, you take half the food of my plate, pull my hair behind my ears and say "that's better".
I stare too long at my food and then I skip it.
In bed you don't demand anything else from me. You make no comments about my appearance, you devour me. When day comes,
you offer me a fruit for breakfast. slip money into my pockets and tell me to straighten my hair, remind me to not speak too loudly.
make me walk on eggshells, until night comes again.

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Moral of the poem : people will always ask something different from you, until you're in a position where you fulfill all their needs.