They say I’m worth more than I have,
They all glance at me,
My legs and my chest,
I can feel them eyes on me,
Gazing at me,
Unbuttoning my blouse,
And opening my skirt,
I can feel their heart racing,
Heavy breaths as they adjust their manhood,
They shower me with compliments,
How pretty I am and how my eyes glow,
But never seem to look at my face,
I often wonder,
If anyone has ever noticed my crooked teeth,
Or that I have a red mole below my right eye,
Has anyone ever noticed,
That I have forgotten how to smile,
Has anyone ever noticed,
That I’m choking on my tears,
Has anyone ever thought,
That I too, have a name,
I sit here night after night,
Flaunting my flesh and bone,
Waiting,
To be called precious for my soul.
-aja
a naked mind. 