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Venom

If it weren’t for the overpriced acai bowls

and parallel parking alone

at the beach

on a Sunday afternoon,

how else would I keep sane?

Father’s Day.

I have a father, yes –

but I’m sure the leather skinned man

watching me underneath the tree’s shade

wished he had his place.

Such a funny thing,

the male gaze.

Could have at least given himself 

the decency to use his sunglasses

while he was at it.

Throw a fucking filter on while you’re at it.

Just watching me,

like a untrained puppy drooling over a bone

way out of their league.

My pale legs raw-dogging the summer sun

thawing from the longest winter. 

 

It’s been 2 years. 

Who are you people?

It’s funny, I’ve finally learned to truly love myself.

However, I’ve just been sitting behind closed doors

and in the backgrounds on my own memories

because my soul sits watching from somewhere else

far away.

 

Or could it be the overwhelming inability to focus.

But how the fuck can I focus with

sex ravished eyes groping me?

Yeah, it’s that deep. 

It’s so silly to think we don’t know

that to men we are just bones –

in the kitchen, chewed on, and left over.

It’s so silly to watch them break their necks

trying to catch a glimpse of this ass and her ass

even if it meant causing a traffic jam. 

 

It’s been two years since I’ve figured out

that the world is literally mine.

I am not sorry for being a woman

with an ass and tits,

with a nice smile and 

a fair amount of ab-lines from 

the way I hunch over myself

to actually hide my larger C cups.

However, idgaf how my body suits them.

More so, I care about how my body has suited me

so well when I was 13 and thought that was my last birthday.

Suited me so well from when I had my first kiss and the first time masturbated.

When I was sexually assaulted and when I first made love.

Suited me so well for heartbreaks and 

handshakes with my friends whom I adore.

 

How do I make it right for

the leather skinned man

watching me underneath the tree’s shade

raw-dogging the sun.

Do I act unbothered? Flip him off?

Fucking bark at him?

I stared right fucking back.

Long and hard.

There’s nothing more intimidating than a woman. 

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