Sometimes I feel
In the very blood that pumps through my body
That I am not meant to be enjoyed exclusively
I am meant for everyone and everything that will accept me
Unfortunately I attract those that want me to themselves
Such is the mind of a thing that is commodified
I am a woman and I am an experience
I am tethered by their eyes on the curve of my hip, the fullness of my lips, the sharpness of my eyes
Without that binding me to them, I wonder if they would still choose to experience me
If I did not come with bells and baubles and only as the wretched piece of the universe that I am
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Lost In My Head
Poetry"This is something that I hope no one will ever see, because this one thing..... Just this once, I wish to treasure for only me" ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ A book of poetry and prose, and the general musings of my fucked up mind
