#notyourmuse

They love my smile—it’s sweet, it’s wide,

like sun that kisses pain goodbye.

But none of them see what’s trapped inside,

the parts I’ve taught my grin to hide.

They love my curves, the way I sway,

how I move like velvet melts away.

They trace my hips with hungry eyes,

but never ask what lives inside.

They swear I flirt without a clue,

say I breathe slow like lovers do.

But I just laugh, and tilt my head,

while thoughts I never speak get said.

They think I’m magic—confident, sure,

the type of girl you can’t ignore.

But truth be told, I second guess,

I wonder if I’m still enough undressed.

Not just in lace or sheets or skin,

but when the silence settles in.

When I’m not moaning—when I’m still,

do you love me then? Or just the thrill?

‘Cause yes—my sex is something real.

I give like I know how to heal.

I write my name across your chest,

then wonder if you’ll clean the mess.

They say I taste like something rare,

like sin and honey in the air.

But when the high begins to fade,

will you still want the girl you made?

Not the dream you dressed in gold,

not the story someone told—

but the woman who’s afraid to show

how deep her deepest rivers flow.

I’m good on paper—bold and clean,

the girl who fits inside a dream.

But touch me slow, and you will see,

you’ve barely even read half of me.

So come correct. Or close the book.

I’m more than thighs and how I look.

More than moans or pretty face—

I’m soul, I’m weight, I’m heat, I’m grace.

–Mynyhan Kinard

© Mynyhan Kinard 2025. All rights reserved.

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“Oh look, another ‘ethereal soul’ trying to convince the world they invented moonlight. 🪞✨ Adorable, really. The way they parade around in silk words, pretending to be profound, while tripping over their own ego? Chef’s kiss. 🍷

I don’t buy it. Not the tragic-muse act. Not the ‘I’m so deep’ mask. Behind the lace curtains? Just someone stamping their feet because reality didn’t bend for them.

So yeah — keep your crown of glass, darling. Just don’t expect me to bow.”

The creator, writer, and star of Girls, Lena Dunham became the hottest name in Hollywood and the feminist icon. Her hit TV show, Girls, follows the lives of four 20-something women in Brooklyn, New York. Life and love are a struggle and they battle with the trials and tribulations of being financially independent and sexually adventurous. The characters, Hannah, played by Lena Dunham herself, Marnie, Shoshonna, and Jessa are all in their early 20s, an age when sex is experimental and possibly less cautious than at other times of life.