I Am Not Your Fetish

I see you

Yes, you

Who comes with intentions you think I cannot see

I see you too,

you that has enough audacity to not even try to conceal yours

You who pressumes you can touch my hair because it’s long

You who asks to hear me say “Papi”

when you don’t know it makes my blood boil to utter the words

You who thinks my height is a character trait not just a genetic chance

You who wants to explore my womb but not my open heart

Yes I see you

when you look at me but you don’t SEE ME

when you talk at me but don’t talk TO me

when your eyes don’t meet mine

I see that all you want is my flesh and not my mind

But I am not your fetish

No Sir

Not I















Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s