Rays in the Dark

Supermarket Blues.

Who are you to tell me who I should be?

With your curls so perfectly placed

and me, a girl you have been in contact with

for no longer than five seconds?

You look me up and down

like I belong to you,

like I'm something you can fix

as you dig your pretty little hands,

twisting and grabbing at my business.

I owe you nothing.

You have no idea what pain lies in these eyes

or what secrets led to these scars

you are so vocal about.

What would you say,

if you knew?

What would you tell me

if you heard the crunch of bones

so weak and brittle from starvation?

Or the words of enemies echoing

every second, every minute

of every day of your life?

Would you still be so quick

to call me a slut?