Objectification

stephwrites

You don’t care about the beauty spots on my right cheek that make a perfect triangle

 

You don’t care about the creases under my eyes when I smile

 

You don’t care about how I take my tea, 2 sugars no milk

 

You don’t care that my balance is a little bit off when I walk

 

You don’t care that I’m still scared of the dark

 

You don’t care about my middle back birthmark

 

You don’t care that I can only fall asleep on my left side

 

You don’t even care about what music I like

 

What you do care about is seeing me naked

 

Like you haven’t touched a woman in ages

 

Like you can’t survive unless you put your hands on me

 

Is that all you want to see?

 

Me falling to my knees just to please you?

 

Did you even care to ask if I want this too?

 

No.

 

Because all I am is a toy to you, some entertainment for when you’re bored

 

Bored of being lonely

 

But you barely even know me

 

In fact, you know absolutely nothing about me

 

Yet you still want to undress me, touch me, feel me

 

I hope that one day you can open your eyes to see

 

See that just like you, I’m a person too.

  • Author: Steph (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2023 12:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • peto

    Brilliant writing
    Read a few times already
    Very raw from a talented pen

  • orchidee

    I never knew I was so uncaring to ya! lol.

  • LIZ

    This is so deep. As I read it, I was screaming in my head. Loving the undertone. Bravo!! 👏

    • stephwrites

      Thank you! However, it is quite a shame that you can relate 🥲



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