Nobody knows my Name, All you Call me is Beautiful. . .
I am angry.
You know why?
Because you can’t see what’s past my skin.
You look at my smooth brown skin and my full lips, just to
take advantage.
I know I am beautiful.
I know I am sexy.
I know I have nice lips and a pretty smile.
The things I can do with my hips would make anyone go crazy.
You became one of the others.
You don’t respect me.
You Lust.
Lust.
It’s a four letter word yet so powerful.
Why do all of you think of me as the physical?
I am so much more than that.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
That’s really all you want from me?
Do you care about my dreams?
Don’t lie to me to make me think you are interested.
Be real with me.
How would you feel if I played you the same way you played
me?
What if I had a boyfriend that I was unhappy with and I
toyed with your emotions.
Just because you are convenient.
How would you feel?
Shitty right?
Well imagine if this cycle repeatedly happened to you.
With different women.
Doing the same thing.
Over and over and over again.
Would you feel worthy?
Would you feel like the worthy human that they pretended to
say you were?
I don’t think so.
Time and time again, I try to leave.
But it’s just something about you.
When you come close to me with that smile.
You say anything to me to make me feel special.
And I fall every time.
Every. Single. Time.
Do you even know my name?
Last time I checked, it wasn’t “Beautiful”.
But when you say it…
I believe it.
Though when you leave, I get this picture that you are
telling her all those same words.
And I get angry.
Sometimes I even want to hit you in the face.
Make you feel just a pinch of how hurt I am.
How many times will I have to open my snapchat messages to
find you sitting there?
Waiting for me to open your message.
Without a trace?
How many times will I have to read an Instagram DM from you
telling me the same things I hear at least twice a day?
How many times will I have to run into someone like you?
To find someone who’s NOT like you?