Miss Bryant

Asexual Girl Monologue

Hold my hand softly,

Or don’t, why would I care?

Silent, I stand,

Whenever love is in the air.

Dust particles float;

Like dandelion seeds– grey

I’ll hide behind a chair.

You don’t understand it;

This feeling is not sojourn,

I have decided my own kismet

Romance to me, seems like a lot.

In the mirror I stare,

Undressed, egregious, and bare

I can’t help but glare.

These parts that I was born with.

If I saw someone else’s–

It would just be a scare!

Why don’t you get it?

Just accept that I’m not like you–

I don’t want to make love.

Your words, only if you knew.