Sex Object

An object of beauty, she stands in the dark

As others surround her, rendered speechless from her spark.

“I’m just like you,” she stretches her hand

Reaching out to anyone. She can no longer stand.

“I want to feel the wind, the spirit of you, the unknowing knowing that I am not true.”

But she knows who she is. She can never deny

The truth of her beauty. She invests in a lie.

“You’ll never understand,” she convinces them all.

But they sit completely stiff, in awe of no flaw.

“You’re beautiful, you’re special, you have everything I need!” But she stands in a daze, unaware of their greed.

“I’m pure and I’m honest,” she says with one breath, “My heart is beating right out of my chest."

Men want to be with her, boys stare in the bliss.

But no one can touch her, not even a kiss.

“I’m lonely and tired and extremely hard to please, but if you possibly can understand, you understand with ease.”