Beauty Is Not A Debt
I know I’m beautiful.
The compliments are nice…
But not new.
Not meaningful.
Not unique.
You told me I was wearing a nice shirt-
I know this, but I say thank you for the acknowledgment and affirmation.
I don’t owe you for something I didn’t ask for.
Compliments are wonderful gifts,
Accepting them doesn’t guarantee the return of a favor.
So when you tell me that my clothing shows of my figure
Or that my smile is pretty
Or that I look cute
Or that I’m sexy
I do not owe you a drink
A dance
A date
sex.
I don’t owe you for telling me something I already knew
This poem is about:
Me