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Poetry: not a buffet

by a woman revolted and frankly quite sick of your f***ing obsession with my body and my body alone

i wish you would stop objectifying me for a minute

just one f***ing minute

i wish i could go a single day without feeling like my body is all that matters that my body is all you want
for a while then maybe you don’t want it anymore and that my body and my body alone is me

i wish i could go a single day without feeling like my body is my value

i hope that one day you’ll realise i’m more than that

i have a face, you know

i have a personality, you know

i have emotions and thoughts and interests and worries and things i care about and things i don’t care about and

my body is none of your business

i wish you’d see me as more than my arms and legs and ass and tits
and no i will not call them peaches and grapefruits because
if you want my body
if you really want my body
You will not break me down and pick what you like and frown at what you don’t like i'm not a buffet
You will not add some dressing or maybe undressing no
i’m not a buffet
and i'm not here to entertain you
i’m not here so you can taste a few parts of me and slap a f***ing 3 star on me no

f*** you
i’m not a buffet