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