Just as I bare my body for you, I expose my soul in its purest form: my art! ⭐️ They call me a whore, they call me a saint, they call me a plague, they call me enchantment. I am a mask, I am flesh, I am the desire that is not confessed at family dinner. They dress me as a bride, a widow, a witch, they undress me with teeth, with nails, with guilt. I am a doll, I am a beast, I am the crack through which the world's fever oozes. I dance with the monsters you hide, I smile with the mouth you forbid, I open my arms when they want to crucify me, and I close my eyes when they want to dream. Stone me, tear me apart, burn my name: I will not die. Because with every stolen pleasure, with every spit tear, I am reborn even more mine. I am not yours, nor anyone else's. I am the mirror of your filthy desire, I am the altar of your secret guilt. And yet... I am the one who sets the price, I am the one who chooses the veil, I am the one who bleeds without asking for forgiveness. ☝️ text written by Babe Susie, any reproduction or posting of it is pure plagiarism.