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The SHAME is leaving me.
It’s dripping off of me like melted candle wax.
The need to prove myself as love-able, honorable and adorable.
Sexual but only with my partner, out-spoken but only when I’m told to be.
Pretty but not plastic, Natural but not crunchy.
Never enough, yet always too much.
∞
I put my hands out to be cuffed… to the bed post.
If i’m going to be in chains you might as well fuck me.
If I wasn’t interested in sex you’d tell me it’s my fault.
Since I am interested in sex, it’s also my fault.
I learn to treat my body as your property.
I love my breasts because they are a tool for your pleasure.
I’m told to wear outfits that flatter my ass.
My sex is the only power you’ll give me.
∞
So… you ask me why I’m “so sexual,”
When you’ve sexualized me my entire life.
Then you ask me why women have a hard time expressing their sex,
When you don’t want to be my partner because I’m a whore.
In a world where men can’t tell the difference between partner and property.
Choosing women who reflect their desire to penetrate their mothers with their cocks.
∞
Please tell me what it takes to be empowered in this world.
What will it take for me to OWN my own body?
When you refuse to give me love for choosing myself.
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