Write me some poetry,
Tell me in broken words the things you’d like to do to me,
The ways and the reasons you find me so appealing.
Be rejected.
Learn what it’s like
To feel the wrath of a woman who is tired.
Tired of the compliments.
Tired of feeling like her body, not her heart
Is a conquest for every flesh-hungry man
Who dares breathe the same air.
Tired of never being able to just say no,
Because for some reason when those 2 letters, that one simple word is muttered
instead it comes out sounding like
“convince me,
Or keep trying.”
Never has another word muttered from a woman’s lips had such different meaning.
A different meaning because a man’s desire is far more important than a woman’s consent
And she’s a bitch,
a worthless slut and a whore
All because she wants to feel some form of control over her own physical form.
All because she wants to be respected as human,
And be seen for the deeper ocean she is,
The galaxies within her that lie far beyond her physical form.
Why can a woman not be in love with who she is,
Without others feeling as if they are entitled to a piece of her magnificence?
She should be allowed
to be loved for her mind,
Without it becoming open season on her body.
This is a poem I wrote a while ago, feel free to share.
—lexy nicole
Flommist Lexy Nicole is a model, musician, and writer. Copyright © 2016⁄19 Lexy Nicole. Photographer: Esteban Cid.
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