“Who am I to you?”

Am I someone you just met?
Still, I am a woman deserving respect
What about me says I’m not worth investing in?
Why is my sexuality a barter system?

The compliments and soft touches stop as soon as I say I have to go
Now you’ve walked me halfway out and said “Take care of yourself”
Can you not just sit in my presence and talk with me?
I owe you nothing but the pleasure of my company

I am over feeling that my body is a payment
I am a sexual woman, one who is true to her own desires
Men try to guilt me into decisions that aren’t mine
But life has taught me to stand firm and I’ll be just fine

At the end of the night
When the make up has all washed away
The only thing I have to be
Is who I am…….simply me


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