TW: objectification, self hatred, mention of SA
He's short, blonde hair peeking from his cap.
And me
Short hair, baggy jeans
I started wearing them when that one dude complimented my ass
Loose shirt, flannel
My boobs have always been too noticeable
Jacket on my waist
"Hey dude, can I have a ride?"
We're walking
My brother can't drive anyway
"Sorry dude"
High five
I'm confused
"What did he mean by that?"
"..."
Oh
Wait
I thought I was safe?
I'm not supposed to be pretty like this
Why would you talk about me like that?
What am I, a sex toy?
The sun feels really hot
Can we get home already?
I think I'm crying
I hate this
I want to hit him
Why didn't you say something?
You're my big brother
You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt me
I feel hurt
I feel disgusting, why do I feel disgusting?
Nothing changed
It was just a nasty comment
I want to scream.
I'm not an object
That's not how people see me right?
I have a brain and a soul
I'm not an object, I'm a human
Why do I feel so gross?
I want to hide
I thought I was hidden
Why would he say that?
I'm sorry
I'm overreacting
It's not like I was assaulted
...But does this mean I'm not safe?
Is it possible to be safe?
Please tell me I'm safe
Please tell me I'm not disgusting
I feel so gross
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Ode to Life
PuisiIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
