I want to change the way boys look at me.
I want them to stop seeing my body as the tenement of their eyes.
I want to stop feeling dissected by a glance up and down--
just checking out what I have to offer.
You can never see what I have to offer.
What I have to offer is something that sometimes I don't even see.
I want to stop my instincts.
I wish I didn't feel the need to clutch my purse, duck my head, and walk faster
on lonely streets full of hungry eyes.
I wish that I didn't feel like somebody else's object.
I wish that for once we could just accept that nobody is an object.
We are vibrancy, life, flesh, thought, a myriad of ineffable intangible consciousness.
I want to scream bloody murder when someone thinks that I curled my hair for anyone other than myself.
These curls take too much time to waste on anyone but myself.
I walk down the street, eyes straight ahead and fight the urge to become a chair.