From comments to no words.
A simple whistle tells it all.
I'm more than a person, sorry I meant female
Because we haven't gotten to that stage where we are even considered human.
I wish I got called smart,
Instead of being commented based on the outside walls.
Am I not worth talking to?
You're so concerned with what my body provides.
Not my inner feelings that I have to constantly hide.
Am I not worth to date?
Because as soon as you see my eye shape..
Automatically I have guys telling me, what's your name?
My race is being fetishized to the point where I'm thankful to have asian eyes.
I am not sure if you're in love with what you see,
Or if you really love me for whoever I am born to be.
They don't know my age,
And still whistle at my body without even seeing my face.This makes me think about what guys really love about me.
Is it my eyes? My race? My body parts that is too scared to be expressed all the way?
Will they ever see me as a intelligent, sweet little girl who is too shy or too short to give a guy a kiss on the cheeks?
Please tell me what you love about me.
Because I'm lost in my own world that's filled with fantasy.
Please tell me what do you see in me.
Im worth more than what you see.
At least that is what I think.
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Aesthetically Being Hurt
PoetryCollection of my poems, that strives for the same idea throughout the story which is a simple yet complex concept aka love. (: