Pause.

Pause when you look at me and
blink a few times to
see more clearly because
when you see me
I know you aren’t really seeing me.

Words like
SUBMISSIVE and
OBEDIENT and
DOCILE and
SEX KITTEN

are written all over me;
Your Cursed Words
so far from reality.

See,
My body wasn’t made for you
Yet,
You’ve fetishize me through hungry eyes
You’ve purchased me online as mail order brides
You’ve hired me as Gwen Stefani’s pet puppets in fashionable disguise.

No,
My body wasn’t made for you
Yet,
You’ve casted me in your dehumanizing exotic fantasies
You’ve assumed that I’ll gladly join your groupies
’cause you know,
it was already OK with your primary…

My body wasn’t made for you
to
Claim
Mold
and
Consume

So let me clear the clouds of your faulty perceptions and
So let me unfog the cast on your lenses and
allow you to  s e e  me
for the
Human
I am.