I will not spread my
pale legs
and wait for the adolescent
American culture
to pull out
and take my innocence
as a prize.

my body,
in all it's curvaceous,
imperfect balance
is mine alone.

I do not plant my feet firmly
on this dried up earth
for your amusement,
but to convey
I am the aloof
portrait of a young woman
in a blossoming
****** revolution.

I may wander into your
self indulgent thoughts
as just an image
of the female anatomy.

I am not
your bedroom amusement.

I am not
your late night sheet stains.

I am not
the inherent weakness in a
man's world

I am more than
the sum of my parts

I will not sell myself
to your male machinery.

you will dream
but ultimately
wake up
to no one
and
nothing.