Shame

You only see me for my body:
my round arse and perfect breasts.
You don’t dig beneath the surface,
I’m only meant for casual sex.
 

I try to be a good woman,

to prove my worth in all I do.

Attentive daughter to a sick father,

I work hard and I love you.

If I starved myself

If I played it cool

If I waited ‘til at least date three

If I betrayed myself

If I lied a bit

If I gave up on being me

What would it take to be accepted,

valued, seen and understood?

Tell me, how can your respect be earnt?

What even is the likelihood?

It’s a great shame your eyes are closed.

Wilful blindness to my majesty,

I’m so full of wonder and of life

Your ignorance is a travesty.