Whirlpool

Infactuated with sex

I wonder why,
Why do people treat it so special?
Ever since i was younger i never understood it
Why were people so infatuated with such a thing that's only beautiful under certain circumstances
Little boys were so entertained by the idea of breast, and other features of the woman body,
But i just wanted to read my books that told stories of dragons
Little girls always dressing to please someone else's eyes and hope they are called beautiful
But i just wore the skirt because i wanted to feel like a princess
Pretty woman crying everywhere i look because they aren't a malibu barbie, because their waist wasn't thin enough for my small arms to wrap around, and their breast weren't big or perky enough to match a manikins
But I thought they were beautiful, and I loved their unique features that made them who they are. I never understood it as a child.
Mediocre men my father hung around flexing their money, muscles, and achievements. Congratulating each other and yet silently competing.
But i loved the kind of music they played in the car, the jokes that were made
As a child I never understood the infatuation of constantly needing to please others' eyes with things I can hold in my hand and throw on the ground and break, or things that can't be controlled