Relations

Mon, 02/24/2014 - 19:59 -- sheetst

I want to change the way boys look at me.

I want them to stop seeing my body as the tenement of their eyes.

I want to stop feeling dissected by a glance up and down--

just checking out what I have to offer. 

You can never see what I have to offer.

What I have to offer is something that sometimes I don't even see.

I want to stop my instincts. 

I wish I didn't feel the need to clutch my purse, duck my head, and walk faster

on lonely streets full of hungry eyes.

I wish that I didn't feel like somebody else's object.

I wish that for once we could just accept that nobody is an object. 

We are vibrancy, life, flesh, thought, a myriad of ineffable intangible consciousness.

I want to scream bloody murder when someone thinks that I curled my hair for anyone other than myself. 

These curls take too much time to waste on anyone but myself. 

 

I walk down the street, eyes straight ahead and fight the urge to become a chair.

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741