I’m angry,

Because I am sexualized.


You pretend to be a good guy,

But you only look at my body,



You say you want to take care of me

But you only mean sexually.


Did you ever consider what I wanted?

Maybe I don’t want to give my body to you.

Maybe I wish you’d stop looking.


But you don’t care, right?

I mean I’m pretty, what else do I want?

What else do I need?


I am not merely here for your enjoyment.

I do not aim to please you.

I just wish you’d stop.

Stop the staring,

Stop the sex talk,

Stop the belittling.

I am a woman!

I am a person!

I am Eunique!


  • ev gaither

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