I see you scanning me, and let me tell you
It’s not a nice feeling to being ‘Seen’

The weather’s nice, what about that makes you see through my clothes?
Is it too much to yearn for some contact of sunlight on my skin, just as you do?

I’d like for you to be seen the way I feel seen
Trust me, you wouldn’t like being judged
It would be an alien concept in your world
You'd feel VIOLATED!

I hope for a day when you can stop thinking
That you govern my body

It IS my vessel after all. But a mere vessel.