DO N ’ T

“Attention-whore”

Don’t take my name. I have done what you asked and laid myself bare. Sold my soul for the life I thought I had dreamed of “Show a little skin and get some attention.”

But it didn’t stop there, did it? Now my every action is a turn-on, every post is an outright tease. Your unwanted comments wait for me at every corner.

“It’s your job to be an object, really it’s a compliment to be so adored.” Everyone thinks that they want this life, but they don’t see how much you’re in control.

“Easy”

Don’t take my name. You all used it once, before I turned into this. Before I fell and fell and fell into the trap you laid before me.

Where hope and love have come to die, with me as their willing companion.

So many of you have come, promising to be better than the last. I cannot help but to believe you each time. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes or just naive hope, but I take you at your word.

I’ll bear the blame, the title of “slut” and become the whore who lets anyone in. But we both know who really knocked down the door.

We both know how you left like the wind.

By Natalie Garrison

“Undesirable”

Don’t take my name. Don’t write me off like I’m nothing I may not be perfect, or good by any means, but please someone tell me I’m something.

I see the other girls, how you hang them out to dry, how you use them until you grow bored. But the world will never be dull enough for you to consider someone like me. A blessing, they say and I nod and agree, but they cannot possibly understand.

Guilt boils in my gut that I wish you would treat me like her, but it cannot compare to the ache of loneliness in my bones.

To be wanted for something I cannot control must be better than nothing at all? It has to be better than nothing at all.

“Washed up”

Don’t take my name.

I have worked for an eternity to hold it for myself Would you be more considerate if I said please?

I know how much you love us submissive.

You tear down my sisters for every toe out of line. Every inch that we stray from your desire. We must be docile and obedient, while still wild and fun, otherwise you’ll let us fade into obscurity.

Anything we share is yours for the taking, to shape into whatever fantasy you please. Every aspect of us must be commodified, but God forbid we do it ourselves.

Everyone knows a woman’s naked body is attractive only when it’s against her will.