Sexual Object

 

I’m a sexual object.

Sexual propositions hoping to be turned

into sex positions.

I’m a one night stand, I’m to be messed with

and left again. 

Favors and hit ons, it’s an endless sickening cycle.

Forever to be catcalled and never hold

down a man. 

Let’s have her go through life feeling

weak and insecure.

Never good enough and never first.

Let’s put her down and think she’s number one, when

this whole time she’s never been good enough.

She’s a disaster, she’s a sexual object

she’s my one night favor and forever “my baby”

Until one night she goes crazy and cracks

Thinking life is always going to be like that.

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