René Magritte – “The Beneficial Promise” 1927
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Even though it is my flesh
It doesn’t feel like it belongs to me
You will tell me a million sweet lies
Suggest
Manipulate
Demand
When I give you what you want
You are grateful
At first
Then you think I give it up too easily
You get angry
Call me names
Forbid me from sharing my flesh with another
And I don’t
Because I fear he will be like you