The pizza took her place in bed. It slathered itself all over her. The pizza objectified my body. It slid between her *******, leaving traces of red sauce and strands of hot, almost liquid cheese in the nook of her cleavage.
It slowly dripped off of her ******* as she spread its residue across her *****. From there, the succulent, almost watery juices rolled off of her teet and onto her folded legs as she knelt there in the store window. Everyone could see her. But as long as those who were most enthralled came inside to purchase a pie or two, no one seemed to care.
I think sometimes my nose is pulled so high into the air that I am a skyscraper that my ears hear only Birds that my skin feels only wind but my ears that is not what they hear
they hear “hey baby” “****... girl...” “What u doin all alone”
my skin- feels their hands feels their selfish - dominance their greed, for my, body
so my nose, goes higher up. while my heart, sinks further down I cannot ignore their words, or rather, I should not ignore their words for my own protection because that makes me feisty makes me unattractive makes me stingy to withhold myself from their, greedy, hands so I must respond or at least acknowledge be confident be ignorant pretend you didn't know it was anything more than a compliment flash them a smile continue walking
and Oh... don't forget to say thank you.
this isn't to say everyone on the streets makes me feel this way, or that there aren't kind/appropriate ways to deliver genuine compliments. It's just to express what I just began to understand about myself to be my second nature.