Don't you look at me.
Don't hold the door for me.
I see your eyes
Slick
With awe.
Some girls live for a
Slack-jawed look
Like that.
Don't you show me kindness
Because the swells of my *******
Are defined beneath silk.
Don't you linger
Because of my slim hips
And white shoulders.
Don't
*******
Look at me.
Don't show me the deference of the beautiful
That you wouldn't if I wore
My grey sweatshirt and sneakers
Instead.
This is my armor, suitors.
This is my warpaint.
You may not know that I want to cry.
But don't you reward me for my lie:
Don't you look at me.
Your gazes
HURT
Today.
Let me be the wall
Or that unoffending plant beside the window.
Don't you look at me,
You don't have the right
And I don't have the strength
Today.
Your interest disgusts me,
And that makes me sad.
So don't.
Don't you
Dare
Look at me.
*You are not her.