The Poem that started all this...
I explore the room, looking for a friend
I really want to stand out, but also desperately want to blend
I'm small like a child, I've carried in my womb
I tread so very carefully, as though walking to my tomb
My shoulders are rounded, to hide my female chest
It's not that I'm ashamed, or don't feel I look my best
It's the eyes that stare at me like I'm a piece of ass
The eyes that study me, every time I pass
The blatant disrespect, I can read on their faces
Makes me want to crawl and hide in private places
My legs I keep crossed so as not to seem inviting
The urge to run and hide, I have to keep fighting
Just a couple of drinks, we'll stay only a bit
I smile and I agree and to my fear, I won't admit
Clearly, I'm irrational, too emotional to boot
I should take it as a compliment that they all think me cute
But that's not how I see it or feel it, to be fair
So why if they like me, about my fear they don't care?
Why, if they like me, do they make me feel so small?
Why, if they like me, do I feel empty, like a doll?
Because it isn't 'like' at all, this I know to be true
I know it isn't 'like' because that's not what 'likers' do
Likers don't make you feel small
Likers don't make your skin crawl
Likers try not to hurt you at all
That's what likers do
But these actions are those with which I won't live
It's not attitude or bitchiness, but lessons I give
I'm not a piece of ass, I'm a phoenix, I will burn
I'm not a piece of ass, just waiting her turn
To be blessed with your comments or what you might call praise
Just say the words, I dare you, and you will see a blaze
I'm not here for pleasure, nor am I a piece of trash
I'm a phoenix, I will burn, and return a peace of ash
Ⓒ April 2019. Beki Lantos. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means without prior written permission of the author.