By Anonymous, Staff Writer, Emerson College
I hate the way
you look at my body
like it’s your right
because I’m curious
I get stares,
because pierced ears--
and round hips--
and small stature--
say to you:
Girl
But then there’s no
makeup--
or breasts--
and not much hair--
and you see the peek of boxers--
and you can’t decide
So you do a double-take
and gawk,
As I stand and smoke
and try not to feel
that the looks you give me
blacken my insides
like no amount of nicotine
will ever manage
I hate the way
you look at my body
like it’s your right
because I’m curious
I get stares,
because pierced ears--
and round hips--
and small stature--
say to you:
Girl
But then there’s no
makeup--
or breasts--
and not much hair--
and you see the peek of boxers--
and you can’t decide
So you do a double-take
and gawk,
As I stand and smoke
and try not to feel
that the looks you give me
blacken my insides
like no amount of nicotine
will ever manage