the price of objectification

the price of objectification

I am what you see. Just looking for attention With my painted face And single dimension. Obviously Trying too hard To be artsy. I am what you see. Once a man told me I had dick sucking lips. My then-boyfriend laughed At his hilarious quip And I felt my identity Fall...
singularity

singularity

It could have been a dream. They’ve been very realistic, Lately, And I’m having a hard time Knowing the difference. I’m never truly awake Or asleep Somehow half-alive In the midway point Of insanity And happiness And the semi-permanent Jet lag Now that I know I’m...
narcissist

narcissist

Friendship Is not an obligation And I wasn’t leaving Until you pushed me away. You stupid men Treat me like an accessory- A date to concerts And a dining partner. And god forbid I don’t answer the phone. I’m not a possession Not a trophy to be won Or even earned. And...
undertow

undertow

Relationships, For all their good intentions, Will leave you wanting, sometimes. Ultimately, They will drain you in some unavoidable way Like the rip tide at the beach- You can’t see it Until it pulls you under. And love is like that. So you try to stand guard, Let...
everything

everything

Can I live? Can I go to the grocery store And buy some goddamn cookies Without getting followed around? Without a “damn, angel,” Or “he’s a lucky man.” I don’t need no man. Also, leave me alone. Can I live? I didn’t dress up for you this morning. Nobody’s going to see...