Repudiation
February 02, 2002 @ 4:14 p.m.
And so I'm angry.
So I don't fit in your little box of what you expect a woman to be. So I have curves, lessons to teach.
So I speak.
That's the difference between me and all those other girls, the ones you find attractive.
I can play coy, I can distance myself. I will not jump at the chance to make something better when it's not needed to be fixed.
So I'm not what you expected. I never asked you to picture me.
Don't make me something that I'm not; don't dress me up in bows and short skirts and protect me from those big angry arms of the world. I didn't ask that of you.
So I'm a little scarier in real life. Doesn't that say something? Shouldn't that make you think that we're all just a little more frightening in person?
This body is mine, not yours. I never asked you to like it.
But I never asked you to look at it with disgust or rapture either. Both of them sicken me.
Look at me. Do I give a fuck what you think? Absolutely. That's why I'm always so sad. I have yet to find the mind of my own.
Put me in a box. See how loud I scream.
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