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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