When someone looks at me, do they see me?
Or do they see my past, my scars, my pain.
I am open. Ask me a question.
"What's your kink?"
"What's your bra size?"
"How many bodies?"
Not ever. Do i hear.
What's your true passion?
What's your favorite flower?
What's the song that resonates with you?
Strangers or friends
They all just want the past me.
The openly sexual
The wild child
The easy lay
What about the person I've become.
Do they get a chance?
People take my honesty and twist it to their fantasy.
People take my beauty and add it to their to-do list.
People take my kindness and assume it's an in.
"I want to see you dressed in lingerie."
"I want you to go down on me."
"I want you to take pictures for me."
I want to be seen as a human.
I want to be viewed as a friend.
I want to be heard.
