Shame
Sits in every corner of my body
Every untouched pore
Filled only by the feeling
Of looking in the mirror
And seeing
Two hollow eyes, searching
For answers
On why it’s a curse to be/
Pretty,
Blonde hair
With green eyes
Why it’s a curse to be
Beauty,
That comes with a cost
Why it’s a curse to be
And I’ve never wanted it,
Never asked for it,
Never begged, to constantly live in
Fear
Of being attractive,
Of being a woman.
An undesirable desire,
A target on my forehead,
Fear
Of fingers,
Inching towards mine
A face
With an open invitation
For compliments
None of which
Are compliments
None of which
I want
None of which
Result,
In him reaching for my face
Tugging at my pants
Silencing my mouth
With his
None of which
Circle,
In the air of a backseat Uber
None of which
Glisten,
From the skin of a discarded condom
None of which
Mock me
Mocks me
Are currently mocking me
None of which//
Forget
A remedy
An answer
To an unresolved issue
But I look in the mirror and see
The same eyes you insisted
Were the prettiest
You’d ever seen
Were ones you said you’d never hurt
And I remember
What it is to be
Ashamed
Of the face my mom gave me
What it is to be
Embarrassed
Of the skin I live in
What it is to be
A woman
In a man’s land
